we deserved to see her come back from the darkness to make consequence of what she had done

5. Being Attacked by Bugs

So andavs is not quite ready to post her art version yet (we already checked, the mind meld factor is not high…), but I wanted to put this up because it is a special gift for obriensnipples! Primarily as a belated birthday present, because she wanted Derek mowing the lawn shirtless but also because rough times suck and I hope this fic helps with that even if only a little bit!

So this next Not Quite Normal OTP challenge is for you, babe! I hope it brightens your day a little bit!

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Stiles’ summer vacation does not start out well. In fact, it starts out pretty poorly.

Okay, really, it’s a fucking disaster.

 Because, Stiles is walking out of Beacon Hills High, officially a Junior now that the final bell has rung, and he’s talking to Scott who keeps insisting that Junior year will be the year that he will finally ask Allison out and Scott has fallen behind to stare at her and Stiles keeps walking because Scott will catch up eventually, though Stiles is keeping an eye on him, and-

Well, that’s when he gets hit by a car.

Not just any car, though. No, when Stiles regains consciousness and manages to blink away the dark spots that take up 90% of his vision, he finds himself staring at the front of a black Camaro.

And the only black Camaro in Beacon Hills belongs to…

“Oh my god.” Derek Hale.

Derek Hale, the now-senior lacrosse player and subject of almost all of Stiles’ dirtiest fantasies.

He groans. And it’s only partly from the pain.

“Fuck.”

“Stiles!” Scott sounds frantic. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“I don’t need,” Stiles tries. And then stops. Because he looks down to see his leg covered in blood and he has never liked blood and- well, he doesn’t complain when Scott stands up with the phone pressed to his ear.

“I’m sorry!” Derek Hale is saying and he sounds… angry? This is not how Stiles wanted his first interaction with Derek Hale to go. “You just- you just walked right into the road!”

“Dude,” Stiles replies, rubbing at his eye. “Are you really blaming me for this?”

“Not blaming you, I just- you walked right in front of me!”

“You hit me with your car!” Stiles winces at the sounds of his own voice. It’s too loud. Everything is too loud.

When he opens his eyes again, Derek’s eyebrows are draw together in concern.

“I’m sorry,” Derek repeats. It’s probably just the result of Derek’s ridiculously attractive face and Stiles’ epic crush on the kid, but Stiles forgives him instantly. Even though he’s getting colder by the second and he’s pretty sure that’s not a good thing.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, waving a hand and regretting it when the motion hurts his leg somehow. “I’m sure I’m fine.”

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“I Love You, Betty Cooper” - Bughead

so here is the (not so) little one-shot i’ve been talking about writing. it’s actually hilarious, because i initially set out to write a nice little fluffy drabble with just a touch of angst and then i got all kinds of carried away. so now we have over 4k words of almost pure smut. you’re welcome. also this is my first time ever really posting any smut (i’ve written it, but up until it’s basically stayed hidden away in my computer files) so i’d really love your feedback, but pls be nice, i’m fragile. xx

P.S. if you have any requests or ideas for future one-shots/drabbles, please let me know! i have a feeling the idea of jughead sneaking into betty’s room may be a common theme here, because hello, it was fucking precious in 1x06


Jughead Jones x Betty Cooper

Word Count: 4022

Warnings: nsfw (duh), strong language

In which Jughead makes a surprise visit to Betty’s bedroom in the middle of the night and they discuss the Serpents and Fred’s condition among other things ;)

Set about twenty-fourish hours since the events of 1x13


“I Love You, Betty Cooper”

After what seemed like only a few minutes, but what was likely over an hour, a sudden burst of cold water forced Betty to finally turn off the shower. It was late, but after everything that had transpired the last twenty-four hours, her mind was too busy to let her sleep. She sighed as she stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel, using it to dry herself off before putting on a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt that was so big on her, it covered the shorts, reaching her mid-thigh.

She padded down the hallway to her room as quietly as she could, careful not wake her parents or Polly, who had been asleep for hours. When she got to her bedroom, she eased the door closed before turning on the lamp on her desk.

Her attempt to be quiet, however, was nearly thwarted as soon as she saw him sitting on the edge of her bed. Thankfully, all that had escaped her was a startled gasp before she recognized the dark mop of her boyfriend’s hair.

Although, after last night, she wasn’t sure if he even wanted that title anymore.

“Jesus Christ, Jughead,” she exclaimed, “how the hell did you even get in here?” She placed her hand over her chest and tried to coax her heart back into beating.

“Your window was unlocked. I climbed up. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The first thing the blond girl noticed was that his raven hair wasn’t hidden away by his beanie, like it usually was. It looked wild, strands going every which way, like he’d been raking his hands through it anxiously, which was exactly what he’d been doing. He fidgeted the grey hat in his hands, waiting for her to say something, anything.

She only nodded.

“I tried calling you…I’ve been trying to call you but—” he started to explain himself but she cut him off.

“I’ve been at the hospital with Archie and…” her voice broke, still unable to process everything that had happened. Just a few short hours after Jughead had all but kicked her out of his trailer, she’d gotten a phone call from Archie.

Fred Andrews had been shot, right in Riverdale’s local diner, Pop’s Chock ‘Lit Shoppe. Where she and her friends bonded together in booths over milkshakes and burgers. The one place in town where Betty had felt the safest, most herself.

“How is he?” Jughead asked, genuine worry taking over his features.

“I don’t know. They don’t know,” the blond pushed some of her still-damp locks back and away from her face. “They took him into surgery pretty much when they got there. He’s still on a ventilator. They’re talking like they’re going to take him for another surgery sometime tomorrow.”

“What about Archie?” he inquired, his eyebrows raising.

“He’s scared. Really scared,” she quickly blinked away tears that had threatened to spill over her eyes. “Why’d you come here, Jug?” she asked as calmly as she could, crossing her arms over her chest. She had to work very hard to resist the urge to clench her fists and dig her nails into her palms the way she typically did when she was upset.

She’d promised herself she’d do her best to never do that with Jughead when she’d let him see the crescent wounds that she had embedded into her skin, because for her it was a way of pushing away her emotions. She didn’t want to do that with him. She wanted to be open, wanted to let him see her as she was, the way he’d let her do with him. But as of late, he was making that very difficult.

“I needed…we need to talk. About what happened last night.”

“You’re the one who told me to leave,” she murmured defensively. “I wanted to stay and talk it out but you told me to go.”

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he responded, “but you made it out like I was set out to be some sort of crime lord.”

“They’re a gang, Jughead.”

“Wasn’t it you who literally just wrote an entire article about how the Serpents aren’t as bad as they seem? About how they weren’t to blame for Jason’s murder?” he countered. “And besides, it doesn’t mean anything. The jacket was my dad’s. They wanted me to have it so I’d have some piece of him while he’s stuck in there.”

“They’re the reason he’s in there to begin with!” she said, raising her voice as loud as she would dare with her family sleeping in such close quarters.

“No, Betty, I’m the reason he’s in there,” the dark-haired boy tried to retort with equal resolve, but his voice wavered, and his eyes filled with tears that he allowed to spill over unapologetically. It was the first time he’d cried so openly in front of her like that.

The first time he’d cried in front of anyone like that, as far as she knew.

“Oh, Juggie…” her demeanor immediately softened, and she broke into the small amount of space she’d created between them, crawling up beside him on her pale pink duvet. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“He helped cover up Clifford’s tracks to protect me. He confessed to protect me. All of it, because of me.”

“Juggie,” she tried to calm him down, to get him to look at her, but he wouldn’t. She straightened, gently taking his face into her hands, using her thumbs to swipe away his tears. “Jughead Jones, listen to me,” finally he looked her in the eyes, tears still making trails down his cheeks. “You are not responsible for your father. He made his own decisions, his own mistakes. He has to live with those consequences and unfortunately, so do you. But it is not your fault.” Her own eyes began to well, “He wanted to protect you, yes, but that is only because he loves you, Jug. Despite everything he’s done, he loves you. If you want to keep the Serpent jacket, or hell, even if you wanted to join them, so that you would have some connection to your dad, none of it means anything unless you understand that. You have got to get it out of your head that nobody wants you, or that you aren’t deserving of the love you receive. You are worth every bit of it, Juggie.”

He looked at her, searching her eyes to make sure she meant what she said. “Am I, though?” he asked, “Do you mean what you said last night at the trailer? That you…” his voice trailed off, afraid of her answer.

“Did you really think you could get rid of me so easily?” she asked, smiling softly through her tears.

“Well, I’d hoped,” he smiled back, before cupping her cheek in his hand and bringing her mouth to his.

At first, the kiss was sweet and gentle, just like most of their previous kisses had been, but it very quickly turned, the burning desire they’d both felt just the night before returning with a vengeance.

Fingers found their way into hair, limbs snaking their way around waists, hands creeping under fabric, feeling each other’s skin. Betty had been so wrapped up in the moment, so wrapped up in everything that was Jughead Jones, she hadn’t even noticed that their positions had shifted until he pulled away, carefully brushing away the hair that had fallen into her face. She found herself back against the pillows, legs spread, with Jughead nestled between them, her knees hitched over his hips.

She smirked, her hands reaching for the hem of his maroon sweater.

“Betty,” he stopped her, gently taking one of her wrists into his hand, “I just…before we do anything, I want to make sure that we’re okay. That you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Juggie. I’m more than fine,” she assured him, stroking her index finger along the line of his jaw. “I want to.”

He smiled, pulling away from her just long enough to slip his shirt over his head, before coming back down, smashing his lips into hers. Their tongues danced together, and her fingers tangled themselves into his hair, tugging and pulling, needy for more of him.

One of his hands wandered up her shirt, happily finding that her breasts that uncovered by a bra, and palmed at them gently, smiling against her lips when she moaned into his mouth. He moved his hands down, to the hem, where he started to pull the cotton up.

“Wait, um…” he opened his eyes, looking down at her to find her breathing shallow and shaky.

“Bets?” he whispered, his voice filled with worry and concern.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him, drawing in a deep steadying breath. “But um…do you think…would you mind if we turned out the lights?”

He wanted to request that they keep them on. Jughead was done being afraid, and he was finally confident in his feelings for her and hers for him, both emotionally and physically, so he wanted to revel in that. He wanted to see her. All of her.

But he knew that she hadn’t gone through the same process of wall tearing he had. Betty hadn’t had the same epiphanies and revelations about their relationship, because in a lot of ways she didn’t have to. She wasn’t afraid of intimacy or being vulnerable in the same way he was; but she was afraid of rejection, for obvious reasons. And she was afraid of this new kind of rejection, a rejection of her body, a fear that she wasn’t pretty or sexy enough to be seen. And while that was the farthest from the truth in his eyes, he didn’t want to do anything that might make her uncomfortable.

Besides, he’d planned on having plenty more opportunities to have sex with the lights on.

“Yeah, sure,” he smiled softly, pecking her lips before pulling away and rising from the bed. He crossed the small bedroom to her desk and carefully switched the light off.

His eyes adjusted as he made his way back to Betty, and he watched as her silhouette, barely made out by the light of the street lamps pouring into her blinds, tossed the t-shirt onto the floor haphazardly. She got up onto her knees on the edge of the bed, so that she was level with him.

He kicked off his sneakers before stepping closer to her. He placed one hand at the small of her back and the other on the back of her neck, pulling her into him, and they both moaned at the feel of the skin-to-skin contact as their bare chests pressed together.

“Okay, so two things,” the blonde murmured as she peppered kisses along his shoulder, her hands reaching down and fiddling with his belt buckle, “One, my folks are asleep two doors down. So we’ll have to be quiet. Secondly,” she pulled her upper body away just enough so that she could see his face, dimly lit by the lights from outside her window. The nervousness returned to her tone, and he gently traced circles along her back instinctively, “I’ve never really done this before…” her voice trailed off, and he understood.

He smiled gently, cupping her cheeks between his hands. “Me either.”

“Really?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“Too busy writing my manifestos, remember?” he joked, earning a small laugh from her. “We can go at your pace. Just let me know if we need to slow down or stop or anything, okay?”

She nodded, craning her neck up so that she could reach his lips and he bent slightly, meeting them halfway. It was as if their mouths were melded into each other, meeting over and over, wet and hot and urgent and needy.

Finally, she’d managed to work him free of his jeans, gasping as she felt his hardness against her stomach, only covered by the thin material of his plaid boxers.

She tentatively grazed her fingertips along his groin, and sucked in a breath through his teeth. She smirked against his lips at the reaction, and in a wave of newfound confidence, she carefully reached into his boxers, pulling his erection free of them. Once he’d kicked out of them and his jeans, which had previously been bunched around his thighs, she carefully took his member into her small hand, wrapping her fingers around the base. She gently pulled upward, stroking his length. He shuddered, and the sound wakened parts of Betty she hadn’t ever fully realized.

She had the sudden realization her panties weren’t so dry anymore.

She repeated the ministrations, causing Jughead to have to separate his lips from hers, nestling his forehead into her shoulder, a quiet moan escaping his lips. Betty giggled. “You okay, Juggie?” she teased.

His hands found their way to her backside and he gave it a sharp squeeze, causing her to gasp. “You’ll eat your words, Betty Cooper.” He hoisted her up, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, their lips coming together again. They crashed into the bed, panting out breaths in between wet kisses. Jughead placed a hand over Betty’s throat, turning their heads and attacking her mouth from another angle, gently nipping at her lower lip.

God, she could just get fucking addicted to Jughead Jones’ lips.

His hand moved from her throat, replaced by his lips, and crept slowly down her uncovered torso, finding the soft mounds of her breasts, his next target. He started slowly, gently palming them in his hand reveling in the way it made Betty’s breath quicken. He then focused his assault, rolling a thumb experimentally over the rosy bud of her nipple, smiling against her skin as it hardened against his touch.

He dipped his head down, replacing his hands with his mouth, enclosing the nipple between his lips and sucking gently, before moving on to her other breast, offering it the same attention.

While his mouth remained occupied, his wandering hand moved further and further south, until it found her tauntingly short pajama shorts. He brushed his fingers along it, before brushing his hand downward, stroking her center over the thin material.

She bucked her hips, frustrated by the layers, however flimsy, that separated her from him, desperate for more friction, more direct contact. He chuckled darkly, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of both the shorts and her purple cotton panties, pulling them down her slender legs before bringing his hand back over her center, slipping his fingers in between her folds. She was wet, really wet, and even though Jughead didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder, he did. His fingers slid up and down, carefully rubbing and caressing, looking for her clitoris.

Betty, sensing his struggle to locate the bundle of nerves that she was already familiar with, reached her own hand down and placed it over his. He blushed a bit at his own ignorance, but she just smiled at him, gently guiding his hand upward until his fingers landed over it; it was swollen, and he could feel it pulse with need.

He let his hand settle there for a moment, before he began to move, using the pad of his thumb to slowly circle the most sensitive part of her, immediately earning a desperate little whimper from Betty that was enough to drive him crazy. He quickened his pace, gently slipping a finger into her, and she bit on her lip in a failed attempt to hold back a moan that was just a little too loud.

“I thought you said we had to be quiet?” he gazed up at her through his dark hair, eyebrow raised, lips curled up into a smirk.

She giggled, grabbing hold of his face and bringing it to hers, kissing him soft and sweet and slow, and he moved his hand from her core, moving it to her thigh, gently coaxing her legs further open, nestling himself between them so that his member lined up with her opening.

“Wait,” Betty whispered urgently, her eyes flying open. Jughead bit his lip, trying to hide his disappointment at the thought of her changing her mind.

But when she turned her torso, reaching into the drawer of her bedside table, his disappointment turned to confusion.

“Betty, what the hell are you looking for?”

“Aha,” she hummed, turning back to her original position, holding something between her fingers.

It took him to make out the little foil packet in the dark. He took the condom from her, giving her a questioning look.

“After Polly got pregnant, my mom bought me a box,” she shrugged casually. “Of course at the time, I didn’t know why. And even though she’d absolutely freak if she found out I was having sex, I guess she wanted to make sure if I ever did that I wouldn’t end up like Polls.”

“Well I’m glad she thought of it,” Jughead chuckled as rolled the latex down his shaft, “because I totally forgot.”

Betty laughed too, reaching up to him for a kiss. He granted the kiss, and it was slow and soft, one hand cupping her face lovingly and the other gripping her hip gently, once again re-aligning himself with her entrance.

He pulled away just a bit, brushing away the golden waves that that had gotten strewn about them so that he could get a good look at her face.

“You sure?” he asked, and though his eyes were dark with lust and want, there was that softness in them that she loved so much. She knew that if she said no, if she gave even the slightest inkling that she wanted to stop, he would, regardless of what he wanted. Knowing that made her want him even more, if that were even possible.

“Yeah. I’m 150% sure. Are you?”

“Yeah,” he kissed pecked her lips gently and she smiled into his kiss. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?”

She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, taking a deep breath to calm the small pool of nerves that built in her stomach. Even though she was a little scared, there was no doubt in Betty’s mind that this was what she wanted.

Jughead reached down in between them, taking his member in his hand and guiding it into her as slowly and gently as he could manage, muttering a quiet “fuck,” as he buried his head into the crook of her neck. The feeling of her around him was almost too much for him to bear, the newness of the sensations of her heat and wetness and knowing that this was Betty Cooper, a girl he loved, made it all so much more intense than it ever was in the quiet moments he’d spent by himself.

She gently stroked his raven hair with her fingers. “I love you, Juggie,” she whispered into the top of his head.

He looked up at her, pressing his lips to hers gently. “It doesn’t hurt or anything, does it?”

She shook her head, smiling at him softly, bringing him back in for a more lustful kiss. She began to rotate her hips against him, coaxing him to move.

He smiled against her, pulling out ever so slowly and then pushing himself back in again. His movements remained slow, but they built up in forcefulness as he went. Each thrust earned a delightfully sinful sound to come from somewhere deep in Betty, and each of those caused Jughead to mutter obscenities. Betty began to rock her hips up to meet his thrusts, and their bodies came together over and over in ways that meant more than either of them realized, their moans mixing in with each other an almost melodic way

He reached a hand down between them, circling her newly found clit, causing her walls to clench around him, and Jughead came undone, far sooner than he’d hoped he would. It was easily one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever had, and he had to fight hard against himself for the will to keep his eyes open. He knew she hadn’t seen her climax yet, and he wasn’t about to leave her hanging.

Betty chuckled when he collapsed into her, her hands tracing over the lines of his upper back. “Are you alright?”

“I’m more than alright, Bets,” he smiled, bringing his lips back to hers briefly. “Now it’s you turn.” He began to move down her body placing kisses as he went.

“Juggie, it’s alright, you don’t have to…”

“I want to get you off,” he growled, now between her legs, and her breath to hitched in her throat as she felt his hot breath against her center.

The first kiss he placed was soft, tentative, but it built the anticipation of the ones to follow it, and Betty shuddered, her body falling limp against the soft mattress. He then brought his mouth back to her heat, torturing her clit with soft sure licks. Jughead was gentle, careful – agonizingly slow. She tried to buck her hips, to arch into in an effort to create more friction, but he placed a hand over her stomach, holding her down. He wanted to build up her desire, so that when she finally got her release, it would be as intense as it could be.

When he felt she truly couldn’t take anymore, Jughead gently pushed two fingers into her, pulling his mouth away from her clit, replacing it with his thumb. He took his hand away from her stomach, and finally free, she ground herself into him.

“I love you,” he murmured, never pulling his focus away from her pulsing sex, watching in the dim light illuminating her from her bedroom window as she fell apart at his hands, “come, Betty.”

And that did it. Betty’s legs shook as the coil that had been winding itself in her belly since he’d first began to touch her came undone, and she had to bury her face into the pillow to keep from crying out. In that moment, she truly couldn’t tell where she stopped and his hand began; she couldn’t think of anything except how good she felt and Jughead Jones.

“Juggie…” she whimpered, gently pushing his hand away from her the aftermath of her orgasm made her so sensitive that even the gentle contact became too much.

Jughead immediately crawled back up, bringing the blankets up around them and lying down beside her on his side, pulling her to hers as well, so that they were nose to nose with each other.  He brushed the hair that had gotten strewn across her face in the culmination of their passion, and kissed her nose gently.

It was a couple of minutes of them lying there, tangled into each other’s arms, before he realized Betty was crying.

“Hey, hey….” he whispered, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

“I’m sorry, this is so pathetic, I just…” she sniffled before continuing. “It’s just…that felt so good.”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked, chuckling softly.

“No, no, it’s just,” she averted his gaze, focusing instead on the lines of his chest as her fingers brushed across his skin, “if I lose you now, it’s going to kill me, Juggie.”

Jughead had no intent on them losing each other anytime soon (in fact as they stood now, he’d be with her forever if he could). But he also knew that this was him, this was Betty and this was Riverdale, and all three of these things were incredibly volatile. He believed, though, that they could eventually work through their issues and really be something bigger than any of it. But, was still afraid of promises he didn’t have complete control over, so tonight was not the night to say those silent promises yet.

Instead, he took her face in his hands, giving her one slow, lingering, soft kiss, whispering against her lips the only thing he was really sure of anymore.

“I love you, Betty Cooper.”

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Scandal 6x11 -’Consequences’

This is my second review of this episode, the first one I wrote was partly deleted  so I’m sad but I will take this as a good thing so lets begin. This episode doesn’t let up from the 100 but is a continuance of its brilliance. Bravo Shonda and the Writer and the Cast and Crew, this is Scandal we know and love. I never doubted this show and the story but it’s so refreshing to see it play out before our eyes.

I wrote an entire recap of this episode, scene after scene but as I looked at it I felt that I was just typing what we all can see. Something I do not wish to do.

Scandal’s protagonist and main character is Olivia Pope. We are introduced to her by Quinn Perkins but it was always Olivia’s story interacting with these other characters that made us feel a connection with her. Loving a person who you are not supposed to love is something most can relate to on some level, being a advocate and fighter for the unjust, these were all godly and beautiful traits that made us view Olivia as perfect and in many ways she was at one time, but nobody is perfect even someone as perfect as Olivia Pope. For the past 6 seasons we have seen the rise and fall of not just Olivia Pope, but almost every character, like Cyrus said those who stay in Washington tend to become corrupted as the leeches come out and absorb the last drop of humanity you have. We have witnessed acrimonious crimes from everyone but the beauty of scandal is not to showcase the disembodiment of human values but the will to overcome them and live.

Olivia:

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Olivia has been on quite a self journey this season, she has endured more than what we truly see and there have been times where I wondered if and when she will come back to us and fight to live and not fear the unknown, the fear of failing and not being able to clean up the mess. A women that once prided herself on being a ‘fixer’, a person that honored wearing ‘the white hat’ had been deduced to a criminal, a whore, and a liar. Olivia has lied, cheated and killed for the White House, killed for the power she believed it would bring her. Olivia thought that love would heal and fix her but her issues run deeper than love but requires self love, something we know she has yet to accomplish. But throughout this ordeal Olivia has watched love and time pass her by while she remained stagnant like a record, something had to change. Olivia has to change. The dream Olivia had where saying ‘no’ actually meant saying ‘yes’, changed her perspective about life and love. In her dream, Olivia said  ‘Yes’ to love, yes to being a person, yes to living a authentic life, and finally yes to having hope. The dream that Olivia is holding onto in her mind, that it is possible has brought a resurgence of life and light back into her. But as we already know; it’s hard. It’s not easy picking the pieces of up after you worked endlessly to destroy them. This is where we find Olivia.

Olitz

Olivia is trying to clean up the mess she has made, the mess she has allowed to spread. But every sweep of the hand leads to a further mess.  We see Olivia telling Mellie that she needs to concede and let Cyrus take his place at the oval. Mellie cannot win this election, she is now tainted. No good can come from Mellie winning and that they (Olivia and Mellie) must put on the ‘White Hat’ and do what is right once and for all.  While Olivia is ready to change, some our not. To which Mellie remarks that Olivia needs “to get off your cross.” Reminding Olivia that she is not a good person after all she has stole a few elections and murdered someone. Olivia and Mellie have grown close to one another in the absences of Fitz, both looked at the other and saw themselves, neither required the other to be good or apologize for their ruthless behavior but Olivia is just now getting a taste of this pseudo friendship forged by personal gain and greed. Already Olivia has begun to incur disappointment and pain as she works cleaning up her mess.

Olivia has found herself back at the white house, telling Fitz that Mellie is understandably upset and that this is a trying time for her having to give up on her dream but she believes she will get through this. But Fitz sees through Olivia’s transparency and commands Olivia to ‘come here’ the same sentiment Olivia said after Big Jerry’s funeral. Olivia takes solace and comfort in the one person who can give it to her. Olivia no longer shields herself from his open invitation but walks into the embrace and after a moment of silence she admits “I wanted this. I needed this.” Fitz then responds that Olivia “deserves this” which causes her to quickly remove herself from the hug for two reasons. 1) Olivia doesn’t deserve this office, she doesn’t deserve the oval after what she has done, it is hard to come back after such darkness and Olivia is not worthy of this oval, yet. 2) she doesn’t deserve this right here. There is a obvious change in Olivia and FItz’s dynamic since he came to her and told her that he forgave her, there is a tangible spark flying between them but Olivia can’t allow herself to think to deeply into this moment with him, so she leaves bidding Fitz goodnight.

@scandaledit

With each step Olivia makes towards working on herself, she is faced with a deeper and harder obstacle. Cyrus newly free from prison is trying to adjust to the world he is reentering and the world he just left. Olivia finds herself at Cyrus’s hotel door with suits intact, and demand that he become a gladiator in a suit and fight for his dream and become President. 

Cyrus got his ass beat in jail, not to mention his reputation is ruined but he also appears to be suffering from some PTSD.  And you expect him to forgive you Olivia after you told him to pay his dues. There was a choice, Olivia had the information needed to exonerate Cyrus and to free him from the the charges he did not commit but Olivia opted not to, instead she choice to watch him burn for a crime he is not guilty of, but that is not to say that Cyrus is not guilty of sins and crimes, but prison while was horrendous does feel like a satisfying restitution. Olivia has conjured in her mind that because she has seen the light that everyone else must too, but not everyone is wanting or willing to change. Cyrus reminds Olivia that she had an opportunity to save him but she decided to turn the other way.  Good for Cyrus, Olivia feels guilty of course but just because she is Olivia Pope does not mean she warrants forgiveness automatically.

While Olivia is able to conjure through her issues and forge through the shame and regret, there is one obstacle that has proven more difficult to surpass. Rowan. Olivia floats into Rowan’s prison and he quickly reminds Olivia that ‘it has been far too long since they last talked’ and it has. Rowan’s influence over Olivia is thawing and he is aware of his borrowed time if he doesn’t act now, like Olivia said ‘survival of the fittest’. As Rowan talks about a fossil, the fossil he and Sandra were working, Rowan chokes back emotions with the mention of Sandra, but why was Rowan welcoming of love yet he denies his daughter the very same feeling? As Rowan talks he brings his last piece that he will fix (Olivia) and request that Olivia joins him in the box a subtle reminder that Olivia is imprisioned just like him and that if she continues the crusade of justice then she will have to watch Rowan die because the only reason they have kept him alive is because of the influence he has over Olivia. Instead of being smart prey, Rowan will be extinct something he does not approve or desire. But Rowan is right this isn’t about ‘winning’ Olivia, while she has made progress  she is still one track minded, winning is not the goal but living. Olivia is desperately trying to turn back the hands of time and reset her dreams that have failed to be met yet, but as she is doing this she is failing to miss the life she had let go in the process. Decisions are easy to make but it is the consequences that are hard to embrace, some much time has been spent focusing on these frivolous things that she is missing the gift that life could bring. But to my surprise Olivia comes out of the box (temporarily) and tells Rowan he will see her soon, because after all it is ‘survival of the fittest’

Olitz

With her faith tested once again, Olivia looks to Fitz as inspiration, her unbeknownst muse guiding her through these obstacles. Olivia once again comes to Fitz and tells him about Mellie and how this isn’t her acting this way but it is. This is Mellie, selfish, entitled, opportunist looking for the easy way instead of the right way. Olivia moves closer to Fitz invading his personal space as she is telling him gently that she went to see her father, but Fitz doesn’t wish to hear it and rightfully so. Olivia reminds Fitz that she forgave Abby and that people do terrible things and while this is true Olivia should never expect or ask Fitz to forgive the man who has purposely attempted to destroy his life by not only killing his son, but ruining his relationship with Olivia. 

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I’m annoyed with Olivia at this moment, somehow Olivia has deduced Rowan to something he is not and now she expects Fitz to turn the other cheek and save a man who has made it his mission to ruin his life just because he fell in love with his daughter. 

Fitz

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Fitz is showing up for Cyrus and fixing his life. That’s my boo. Fitz is not just talking but practicing what he preaches, ‘they don’t have to be these people anymore’ Fitz can be the man he was always destined to be, honorable, compassionate, integrity these virtues that Olivia responded to in such a profound way. For the Fitz  and olitz haterz, have you not seen the light cascading on those perfect curls, or how Fitz is surrounded by light and even bringing life and light back into people. *cough cyrus* *cough Olivia * this is done for purpose, you see Fitz has wrestled with his demons and has been in the eye of the storm for 8 years that even with the destruction around him he can still see the light at the in end of the tunnel. So him opening the blinds and letting light into Cyrus’s room is on purpose. Fitz is the source of light in this depleted and dejected group, he is the unsung hero.

I don’t deserve to be president. You don’t spend a decade in Washington without committing a few sins. I have committed more than a few. I was thrown in prison and it made sense. When my friends abandoned me and my husband left me. That made sense. It all made sense. So what if I hadn’t killed Frankie? I lied. I pursued my own agenda. I let my daughter down. Prison then a treason charge. It was a relief because I knew I was unworthy except three days ago, I was released. Cleared. Told go out there Cy tell them you deserve  to be president but I know  I don’t. Because nobody deserves to be president certainly not the people that often try to be president. Except for Frankie. He was different. The people saw it. It’s why he won and maybe it’s why we lost him. In his absence I offer you something far more meager. My flaws and my service. Frankie Vargas loved this country he embodied the best of our values: humility, kindness. Unworthy as I am. His hopes has become my compass.

This monologue is perfectly symbolic of the people watching: Fitz, Abby, and Olivia and can easily describe all of them and the struggle to be worthy. Yes. This is scandal. As Cyrus talks you can see the proud look on Fitz, Abby and Olivia’s face as they watch Cyrus  admit the truth about his sins. No, he didn’t kill Frankie but he has killed other people and that itself is not something to forget.  It’s when you are down and out that you gain a deeper appreciation of what life has to offer. This is the same music Fitz had for his state of the union speech. The mood is infectious and our spirits are high and suddenly the light has returned and everything appears clearer now. Cyrus appears strong and ignited but the test has truly yet to come. 

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Cyrus speech is beautiful and speaks to everyone watching, most importantly Olivia and Abby who have reunited and are sitting across from one another. The alternate reality while was a dream does put life and family into perspective for Olivia. Like her alternate reality Olivia is now surrounding herself with people with a positive influence on her( Fitz and Abby) and removing those who chose to stay in the darkness and refuse to change(Mellie and Jake )  this is growth and I’m happy to see Olivia on this path of redemption. Yes, many of these characters are looking to redeem themselves for the sins of their past. But seeing the error of there ways is why some will prosper as the others will perish. But interestingly though Olivia wasn’t off with her alternate reality dream, Mellie is forever consumed with her own personal greed and gain that she fails to see the moves being played in front of her and also is accepting of the ploys just as long as she wins. In the dream Mellie sold her soul to Cyrus and Rowan to become president but now it has come into fruition but this time the stakes are far more terrifying.

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Mellie calls Olivia in shock at seeing lizzy bear dead by Peus and Real Bitch and she tries to apologize but Mellie this is on you. You got in bed with the devil, so get your ass a pillow and blanket and lay in the damn bed! I hate it when people come to Olivia after the destruction to be like “you were right”  of course she was right, you have blood in your eye because your team Me. Everyone in this group places Olivia on this ridiculously high pedestal where they see her as their savior but who saves Olivia if she is saving them?

Jake

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Angela:

Here comes Angela in the residence telling Fitz that she is going to be arresting Olivia and taking her in for questioning since she found her name linked to Tom with the swiss bank account. Fitz tells her that she is looking at Olivia for personal reasons and this girl has the nerve to call my baby a ’boy’. Yeah Fitz was diverging but come on girl. Angela needs to show some respect, that is the president and you are going to call him a boy and act as if your job as the FBI director is superior than the president. Take yo ass out of here, With that baloney! But this moment serves meaning to something far greater than the two of them but what Olivia means to Fitz, he has been dating Angela yet his heart still lies with Olivia. Fitz tried to remove Olivia from the ring of fire but he wasn’t successful and the idea of Olivia going to jail for others causes Fitz to go into a tail spin.

@scandaledit

Fitz brings Olivia to the oval to tell her about Angela looking into her as being a suspect for Vargas murder and that she will be placing Olivia under arrest since they found the money. Fitz is trying to calm down the situation but Olivia is happy because then it will cause the FBI to look into this scandal and with Mellie’s campaign manger arrested for framing Tom then Mellie won’t be able to become president. 

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Olivia, what are you doing? Did Jake choke you again and cut off your oxygen supply, are you having a heat stroke from always wearing those hot ass coats? This isn’t logical thinking. Fitz can’t stand the fact that Olivia is placing herself on the cross for her father who shot Frankie, but what Fitz doesn’t know is that Olivia is not just sacrificing herself for Rowan but for everyone, Mellie, Abby, Huck, Cyrus and finally herself. This is Olivia’s way of paying her dues and bringing equilibrium back into this world. It’s a symbolic gesture for Olivia looking to seek redemption for her horrible sins and guilt. Olivia owning and taking responsibility for her actions is the best thing but this isn’t the way to do it and Fitz is able to see that. Fitz notes that Olivia is always the smartest person in the room until now. To which Oliva says she’s sorry. This is the second sorry I have heard from Olivia in this episode. She said it to Cyrus and now she is saying it to Fitz. For a person who never truly apologized before she seems to finally see the devastation and her part in it all but this isn’t just Olivia’s problem or burden to bear. 

@dontfrget

I really want to dive into Olivia and Fitz’s dynamics during this moment. Something has changed between them where they are in each other’s orbit once again but there is this ease to them that makes me nostalgic.  Olivia walks to the window and as Fitz is talking about her soon to be warrant she appears to be taking this all in, and seems happy at settling the score but there is no good deed without punishment. Fitz is adamant that Rowan is the one whose head they need on a spike not Olivia’s. Olivia counters that Rowan is old and weak, but was Rowan weak when he killed Fitz’s son? Was Rowan weak when he told you that you were dead to him? Was Rowan old when he gave Abby your personal information regarding your abortion? Was Rowan weak then? Because he most certainly was not when he killed the President-Elect, you see Rowan was going to kill Vargas regardless of Olivia because the last thing he wants is to be extinct. But Olivia saw this as an act of kindness, a sacrifice her father did to save her but is that really so? Olivia is changing and she wants her father to change with her for the better because if he can change after all these years of being despicable and cruel then maybe just maybe there is hope for her too.

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But none of this right or just. Olivia will be in prison for the rest of her young life while the people she knows will continue to move on with theres. Olivia will pay the ultimate sacrifice by giving up her life and her freedom, her chance at happiness for a chance at redemption which would not be redeeming considering Vargas would still be dead and nothing will be resolved, this wouldn’t stop Peus but just be a minor bump in the road.

If Olivia is in jail, then Fitz would lose her forever and the hope he still has for the two of them. Fitz isn’t just referring to losing Olivia as a lover, but he values her life, her existence is important and the idea of squandering it for nothing is absurd. Again the question comes back to who will save Olivia? Does anyone care about her existence? Fitz’s outburst causes Olivia to stop and look at Fitz and see that her feelings for him aren’t one sided. This moment parallels to 3x17 when Maya was plotting to kill Fitz and Olivia needed him safe otherwise how would she survive ? How can she live knowing that the man she loves is dead when she could have saved him, she pleaded with Fitz and he went ahead with campaign causing Olivia to show up for him and save him. This is Fitz’s turn saving Olivia from herself. Just like Mellie told Olivia “get off your cross”, Olivia does need to get off her cross. Now isn’t the time to play martyr.  Now is not the time to give up. It’s time to fight.

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Did someone say Omaha?!? Fitz done got Broad fired and is taking over the investigation. So Broad, whose the

boy

 now! I’m gonna pack her some moisturizer and leave in conditioner cause she gonna need it in Omaha! I just want to applaud Fitz for doing the right thing and taking charge, not only did Fitz handle Angela but he also handled Olivia. Yes. 

Destiny

The alternate reality showed how circumstances plays a role in how we present ourselves to the world but also shows that some things are simply inevitable. Mellie is being voted in and just as she appears somewhat happy at becoming the president she sees the blood under her chin and is brought back to reality that she  is now trapped as she was in the dream. Mellie didn’t win this election and she doesn’t deserve it but it’s like the old saying goes “be careful what you wish for”.  Destiny has also seemed to have come full circle for Olivia as she runs to her dad only to find him handcuffed with orders from the White House. Angry and outraged Olivia swarms to the residence yelling at Fitz for arresting her father when she asked him not to and as a finale dig she tells Fitz that choosing between her dad and him he will lose, but Fitz ignores her rant and tells her “are you gonna stop yelling at me” as he turns on the screen to show Olivia her dad safely tucked in the oval. Rowan looks up at the camera and you can see his displeasure and his knowing glare but Fitz turns the tv off and turns to Olivia who has her head down in relief, regret, and this unexplainable love with tears in her eyes at what Fitz has just done for her.  She’s obviously overcome with emotion as she lets out a audibly sigh of relief and remorse. Fitz hates Rowan no doubt about it but he loves Olivia more than he hates him and so he saved him to save Olivia.  That’s love people.

You see. Olivia was still under this preconceived notion that she can’t have it all. That she must always chose between one or the other. She doesn’t have to chose and the beauty of it all is that Fitz never asked her too because he knows and respects that for whatever reason Olivia loves her father and he wouldn’t force her to pick aside but simply stand by her side through it all. But the problem with this is all stems from Olivia. Olivia is a hypocrite she told Fitz that he doesn’t tell her what to do yet she expected him to follow her orders and then finally she brings up having to chose between the two most important men in her life, that Fitz is the one making her chose between Rowan and him, yet it is actually Olivia that is making Fitz chose.  And Olivia sees it now just how much he loves her. As Diana Ross ‘ain’t no mountain high enough" plays through the background it does correlate to the actual setting.  Olivia stares at Fitz tenderly as she tries to control her feelings but she looks at his lips and you feel every bit of yearning she has to be with him. The wheels are turning in Olivia’s head as she looks at Fitz, all of these missed opportunities to seize life, regretful choices that she made in the heat of the moment, all those moments when she could have done something but she didn’t.

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Olivia jumped to conclusions, voicing her contempt to the man that has always loved her despite her not loving herself. Fitz has never tried to steer Olivia in the wrong direction but subtly guide her through this journey we call life. Held back by this forceful magnitude called opposition.Focused on proving herself right by ‘winning’ Olivia has lost sight of the person she always wanted to be. Decisions are quick to make but it’s the  Consequences Olivia. In this process of ‘winning’ Olivia has yet to see how much life has passed her by. After all this time, Fitz is still the one. She is at his mercy. She feels vulnerable because of him, like he carved her open and placed the light inside her so he could find her even when life becomes dark and she can’t see the way. How can she not be moved by this man sitting beside her. This intrinsic feeling burning inside her that now is the time to seize the moment. Looking into his benevolent eyes it has drastically altered her state of mind. Throwing caution to the wind Olivia grabs Fitz’s face in her’s and kisses him passionately, breathlessly. 

@dontfrget
What sweet torture their union always brings. Her lips dance along his soft petals slowly erasing all others with only her lips as his solitary token. The unshed tears threatening to come down at the taste of his lips merging with hers. This sudden moment of realization that this is finally happening after being parted for so long. None of this could have been predicted, Fitz wasn’t expecting anything from Olivia he most certainly wasn’t expecting her to kiss him, overwhelmed by Fitz’s act of love and general concern for her wellbeing, Olivia seizes the moment. You see in her dream that felt like reality, Olivia tried to give Fitz freedom and happiness, a choice to let him make his own decisions. We all know Fitz’s monologue was everything Olivia wishes to say but can’t find it within herself to speak. Fitz tried to give Olivia freedom, a choice, happiness and she squander it because she wasn’t ready to face the obstacles that life would take. Fitz has saved Olivia from making the biggest mistake of her life. Life has given her a second chance. The familiar curve of his lips morphing with hers is a painful reminder of what she was just willing to give up. Olivia has sacrificed for others isn’t it time she does something for herself. I mean how many second chances can one person get?

Like in the dream where Olivia is guiding Fitz into the room, that no one is privileged to see inside, she is now doing the same but this time it’s not a dream. For once Olivia is doing something for herself.

 Finally a little piece of happiness has found Olivia once again. The test has yet to come.

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #169 - X-Men: The Last Stand

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Not really.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

0) Forewarning, I get a little more frank about my distaste for this film than I expected. So if you like this film and are tired of the criticisms about it, feel free to scroll past.

1) So this film had a troubled start. Fox took a while to pull the trigger and when they did Bryan Singer had signed on to direct Superman Returns which he now claims to regret. They hired Matthew Vaughn to direct - and he even made some casting and conceptual progress - but he had to bow out after a family issue. Then they brought in Brett Ratner because the film was rushed into production and he had made a successful film in a rush for the studio with Rush Hour. This - in my opinion - leads to a lot of the issues the film has.

2) This film does not open with the monologue which has opened both previous X-Men films, instead getting straight into a prologue involving Erik and Charles in 1986 visiting a young Jean Grey.

This is probably one of the earliest in depth uses of the CGI facelift technology which Hollywood seems to be all the rage about these days. It’s weird, I’m glad it doesn’t last long.

3) So in 1986 Charles can walk…but in X-Men: First Class he couldn’t walk because of Erik. Then in X-Men: Days of Future Past (before Wolverine altered the timeline) it was established he CAN walk at the expense of his powers. I can head canon a remedy for why Charles and Erik are working together despite being strained, but this is a great example of how continuity in the X-Men films kinda goes to crap after a while. 

4) Not only do we get a Stan Lee cameo, but also a Chris Claremont cameo (Chris Claremont being one of the most quintessential X-Men comics writers).

(Claremont is the guy with the lawnmower, Stan Lee with the water hose.)

5) The intro scene with young Warren Worthington/Angel tearing off his wings is very much inline with the dark tone that the previous films had. Too bad nothing really comes of it.

6) The Danger Room.

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Honestly this is one of the strongest elements of the film right here. We actually get to see the team sorta work together (as well as the one time Rogue actually uses her powers in this film), Logan in teaching mode is fun, Colossus has his one line in the whole film, and it’s a fun two minutes (I’m guessing at the time) of screen time.

7) I started discussing this in my X2 recap, but Cyclops in this film literally does nothing.

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There were a lot of “casualties” born from the rushed production, and James Marsden was one of them. Cyclops was the badass leader of the X-Men in the comics, with great relationships with Jean and Professor X. In this film? He mopes about Jean’s death, goes shoots up a lake with his eye beams, then dies off screen within the first twenty minutes. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad if he’d had more to do in X2 but you can remedy his lack of screen time in X2 with the promise that he’ll get to do something in this film. But no. No he doesn’t.

8) Similarly, Rogue in this film gets to do absolutely nothing.

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All she does is feel bad about her powers, get shoved into an awkward and underdeveloped love triangle between her, Iceman and Kitty Pryde, stand in line at a pharmacy, and have her powers removed. She doesn’t even get a fight scene! This is the end of the trilogy. This is what Rogue was supposed to be growing into all along, the badass heroine we know from the comics. And while the continued conflict with her powers and total frustration with them is a good concept, it does not stand well on its own. It needs more. ROGUE needs more.

9) Kelsey Grammer as Beast.

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According to IMDb, Grammer was cast when Matthew Vaughn was still directing. Which makes sense, because he is an absolutely fucking perfect fit for the character. In every way. Easily the best part of this film is Grammer as Beast. Like Alan Cumming as Nightcrawler in X2, you don’t feel like you’re watching an actor here. He perfectly represents not only the X-Man’s intellect but also his when needed ferocity. Unfortunately Beast gets a little lost in the mess of the film, but damn if Kelsey Grammer is not just totally phenomenal in the part (which makes the rest of the film’s mediocrity all the more disappointing).

10) The idea of a mutant ethics class taught by Professor Xavier is wonderful, and if explored a little more illustrates an inherent hypocrisy in the character. Professor X has not always been the stalwart in the comics that many believe him to be. He is flawed, often times superior and filled with hypocrisy. Saying one thing then doing another. This film gives us our best peak into that, teaching a class on mutant ethics before it being revealed that he - without consent - went into Jean’s mind and set up barricades. Making her afraid of her powers instead of teaching her to use them. Unfortunately this isn’t explored as in depth throughout the film as it could be.

11) One thing I really REALLY do not like about this film is Storm.

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According to IMDb:

Halle Berry had initially decided not to reprise her role as Storm for this film, citing lack of character development in the previous two installments, and a tense relationship with Bryan Singer. However, after Singer’s departure, and suffering a major box-office flop with Catwoman (2004), Berry agreed to return, on the condition that her role be expanded. Consequently, in this film, Storm replaces Cyclops and Professor Xavier as team leader of the X-Men (which is keeping with the comics, where for a time Storm served as team leader in Xavier’s absence).

In the film’s attempt to make Storm stronger, the filmmakers instead make her impatient, judgmental, superior, angry, and rash. None of these are traits I would use to describe Storm in the previous two installments nor in the comics or any other medium. It is a total disservice to the wise, patient, empathetic character we were introduced to in X-Men. The one who stood by the bedside of a man who hated her just so he wouldn’t be alone when he died. Trust me, there are plenty of moments in this recap where I am going to be calling out Storm’s characterization.

12) I believe when Bryan Singer was slated to come up, the film was going to exclusively concern itself with the Dark Phoenix Saga. Instead with his departure, Jean Grey’s return as the Dark Phoenix is reduced to a subplot to the mutant cure plot. And honestly? The mutant cure is wildly interesting. Taking inspiration from the first arc of the Joss Whedon penned Astonishing X-Men, I am consistently more interested in the plot with the cure than the Dark Phoenix plot in this film. I think both (especially Dark Phoenix) are put to a disservice by being paired together, and instead they should have been their own thing.

13) Did I mention how much I dislike Storm’s characterization in this film?

Storm [after Beast tells them about the cure]: “Who would want this cure? I mean what kind of coward would take it just to fit in?

Beast: “Not all of us can fit in so easily. You don’t shed on the furniture.”

First: this is remarkably judgmental of Storm, especially considering in X2 she offered Nightcrawler a safe place from the outside world. It just doesn’t make sense.

Second: GOOD ON YOU BEAST! Storm is being sort of ignorant in that statement. Her powers are practically invisible. But does she actually hear what Beast says? No. Because not two minutes later… 

(Screenshot taken of a GIF set who’s source is unknown [if this screenshot is of your GIFs, please let me know].)

There are so many things I want to say about this, but I think it’s said perfectly in these comments from @marxisforbros, @helioscentrifuge, and @kawaiite-mage:

This - more than anything else - perfectly represents my issues with storm in the film.

14) Even in what is by far the weakest of the first three X-Men films, Ian McKellen as Magneto is still wonderfully strong.

Magneto [after a mutant asks why he has no tattoos]: “I had a mark once my dear and let me assure you no needle shall touch my skin again.”

15) Added to the seemingly infinite list of things which are underdeveloped because this film is trying to do too much, Pyro’s return brings nothing to the film. He’s not developed, he’s not peeled back, his rivalry with Iceman is never fully explored, he’s just there out of obligation to the ending of X2. Which is - like a lot of this film - unfortunate.

16) Another item to add to the above mentioned list: Ben Foster as Angel.

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Angel is one of the founding members of the X-Men in the comics along with Cyclops, Jean Grey, Beast, and Iceman. And in this film he just serves no purpose. At all. I think he’s here largely for fan service but I think we only get three distinct scenes with him which are: he runs away from his father for trying to cure him, he is seen at Xavier mansion looking for a safe place, and he goes to save his father. He never really interacts with anyone, we never really get to see him fight, or develop. He just is present in the film.

17) Okay, for the sake of time, here is everything that this film is trying to do: the cure storyline, the Dark Phoenix saga, introduce and develop Angel, continue Rogue’s struggle with her powers, introduce Kitty Pryde, continue Pyro and Iceman’s rivalry, continue Logan’s feelings for Jean, while also introducing iconic characters like the Juggernaut. And none of these things are done well. They are all desperately fighting for time and development and end up being underserved and under baked.

Vinnie Jones as the Juggernaut is particularly disappointing because he could’ve been a great Juggernaut but ends up being stupid comic relief instead.

18) Mystique deserved a better end to her story than get cured, get ditched by Magneto, and feed the feds dirt on Magneto. Again, this is a result of the rushed production as Rebecca Romijn had other scheduling conflicts.

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19) Jean Grey’s Dark Phoenix is also not really developed well. We don’t really get a peek into what it felt like to be held back for all these years with invasive and nonconsensual psychic barriers. Instead she’s really fucking horny, does a lot of weird standing around, occasionally has a moment of clarity where she begs for death, and then goes back into being someone who just stares in the distance and doesn’t really talk. And she also aligns herself with Magneto for some reason.

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20)

Xavier [after Jean wakes up and escapes]: “What have you done?…I warned you.”

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Logan…literally did nothing. He didn’t wake her up, he didn’t let her lose. She woke up, talked to him, and escaped on her own. And you’re fucking giving him crap? What the hell did you do buddy? You created this. You taught her to be afraid of her powers! Don’t give me this Jedi Council mentality that you were doing the right thing all along by teaching her to be afraid of herself. Okay I’m done.

21) When you agree with “death to all humans” Magneto you know there’s a problem.

Xavier [about Jean]: “She needs help, she’s not well.”

Magneto: “Funny, you sound just like her parents.”

Magneto: “You’ve always held her back.”

Xavier: “For her own good!”

22) This film also suffers from just boring fight choreography. Like the fight at the house is sorta dumb and lazily choreographed in my opinion. Storm flying in the air at the beginning is cool but then everyone else is just kinda…hitting each other.

23) Xavier’s death is remarkably sudden. Like, too sudden. We are left in shock, not in tears. We don’t really have the time to process it. Although seeing the school in morning over his death is done well, the actual effect it has on the audience is miniscule.

24) You know what else this film totally drops the ball on? Ellen Page as Kitty Pryde.

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You know what hurts most? Ellen Page could be a freaking amazing Kitty Pryde and the fact the character is so lackluster in the film is not through any fault of her own. Kitty is one of the most badass fan favorite characters in the X-Men comics, but instead of using that to their advantage the filmmakers decide to thrust her into a half baked love triangle with Iceman and Rogue and only have her use her powers for a few minutes in an overstuffed fight scene at the very end. We never really get to know her as a character or analyze her relationships with the other teammates. But it’s Academy Award nominated actress Ellen Page as Kitty Pryde! That should be way more awesome than the filmmakers ended up making it.

25) Hey, remember how the relationship between Logan and Rogue was so freaking amazing in the first film? Yeah, this is all we get of it in this film.

Rogue [when Logan catches her leaving X Mansion]: “I want to be able to touch people, Logan. A hug. A handshake. A kiss.”

Logan: “I hope you’re not doing this for some boy. If wanna go, then go. Just be sure it’s what you want.”

[Rogue asks Logan if he shouldn’t be telling her to stay.]

Logan [warmly]: “I’m not your father, I’m your friend.”

Man, I really need to watch the Rogue Cut of Days of Future Past.

26) The most frustrating part of this film is that there are great moments and aspects to it. Jackman is still great as Wolverine, Kelsey Grammer as Beast, the idea of the cure. This line in particular has always stood out to me.

Magento [after Pyro he says he could’ve killed Xavier if he’d been asked]: “Charles Xavier did more for mutants than you’ll ever know. My single greatest regret is that he head to die for our dream to live.”

That line is remarkably powerful, for even though the pair are at incredible odds with each other they’re friends. They have respect, they both want a similar goal (for mutants to be free form oppression) they just are going about it differently. I love that line.

27) Hey, remember how I said I really dislike Storm in this film?

Storm [after Jean killed the professor]: “She’s gone Logan, she’s not coming back.”

Storm: “She made her choice, now it’s time we make ours.”

(GIF originally posted by @kulo-ren)

Okay, first of all: isn’t Jean supposed to be like one of your best friends in the world? Weren’t you Xavier’s first students together? You wash your hands of her pretty freaking quickly and get REAL comfortable with that REAL fast. And then second: the hell do you mean she made her choice? SHE MADE NO CHOICE! This is the result of Professor X screwing around with her mind to the point where she can’t control her own damn powers! Like hell this is a choice! God, I hate what they did to Storm in this film.

28) Wait, is that…that’s R. Lee Ermey. The voice of a sergeant as the military prepares to go fight the brotherhood, that’s R. Lee Ermey!

Originally posted by punishingtheguilty

Huh.

29)

Kitty: “There’s only six of us, Logan.”

Yeah, because Rogue doesn’t get to do anything, you killed off Cyclops, Angel is also barely there, you don’t really get developed as a character, and Colossus already had his one line for the film.

30) I think this is the last time I’ll say this, but I really hate what they did to Storm in this film.

Storm [to Logan, about Jean]: “But are you ready to do what you need to do when the time comes?”

Originally posted by avriltenorious

Except for that weird line about what happens to a toad when it’s struck by lightning in X-Men, when has Storm ever gone into battle expecting to murder someone? What part of Xavier’s teachings or his memory would make her think that being EAGER to kill Jean is fucking okay? I just…ugh. Moving on.

31) One of the best parts of this film is the scene where Magneto moves the Golden Gate Bridge so it drops them all off on Alcatraz. It is an incredibly powerful and memorable visual and one of the standout aspects of the film.

32) So Magneto moves the Golden Gate Bridge, gets to Alcatraz (where the cure is being held), and sets his army of mutants lose before saying…

Magneto: “In chess the pawns go first.”

Originally posted by arthandlin

For one thing, Magneto is all into mutant brotherhood and everything. He has never once shown to think that one mutant’s right to live free was more important than the others, so why are these guys suddenly pawns. Secondly, and I don’t know how clear I can make this…

You have the freaking Dark Phoenix on your side, the most powerful mutant ever with no limits to her powers. AND SHE’S JUST GOING TO STAND THERE UNTIL THE BATTLE IS OVER!?!?

Originally posted by emilysurvivesgradschool

33) In the climactic battle, the X-Men don’t really fight like a team. At all. They’re sorta each doing their own thing while standing next to each other. It’s…boring.

34) Okay, this line is probably very stupid but I love it.

According to IMDb:

Cain Marko’s line “Don’t you know who I am? I’m the Juggernaut, bitch!” was inspired by a popular web parody film that made use of scenes from X-Men (1992). Throughout the parody , the Juggernaut character repeatedly says, “I’m the Juggernaut, bitch!” According to the Wikipedia, Brett Ratner even has a link to this parody on his own website.

35) I will say, even though this film has its problems, the way they defeat Magneto at the end (by distracting him with Wolverine) is very smart I think.

36) I have nothing to say about Phoenix’s demise that I haven’t said before. Underdeveloped, sorta doesn’t make sense, all that jazz.

37) So Rogue decided to get the mutant “cure” after all. And when she talks to Bobby about it…

Bobby: “This isn’t what I wanted.”

Rogue: “I know, it’s what I wanted.”

While I admire the idea for Rogue to take this decision in her own hands, I get the feeling the filmmakers were very noncommittal on this idea. They shot an alternate scene where Rogue tells Bobby she DIDN’T get the cure, meaning they didn’t really know which one fit the story better so they don’t invest in either idea. Also - and I said this earlier - Rogue didn’t do anything during the entire film.

38) The final glimpse of Magneto playing chess is actually a pretty nice way to end the film. It drives home how he has no one - not even Charles - while also setting up things to come. But…wouldn’t he still be under arrest? He’s still a terrorist, powers or not.


This film is an underdeveloped mess in my opinion. While there are still strong performances and worthwhile additions (notable Kelsey Grammer and the Golden Gate Bridge scene), there are characters who are just pretty much forgotten and the fact it’s trying to do too much means nothing is done particularly well. If you liked X2 you should watch it just to get some sort of closure after that film, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll enjoy it. It’s just…eh, in my opinion. I do not enjoy it.

THE SECRET DUKE OF MANDALORE

Summary: Obi-Wan is struggling to put the horrors of the Kadavo slave facility behind him. Desperately needing sanctuary, he makes his way to Mandalore. He and the Duchess Satine wander through the palace gardens, but Obi-Wan is not able to hide his anxieties from her. Will Satine be able to help Obi-Wan or will his emotions get the better of him?

This piece was inspired by a conversation I saw on Tumblr ( @forcearama and some other lovelies, thank you very much for the inspiration!!) . Some delightful folks were discussing how amazing it would be if it turned out that Obi-Wan and Satine had been secretly married all along (just like Anakin and Padme). I loved the idea! It got the ol’ gears in my head turning and this is what came out.

It’s not that fluffy, I suppose, but it’s my version of fluff.

It’s certainly not my best piece but I don’t really care. It was meant to be something fun for me to focus on. :)

If you’re interested, it takes place about a year after my other Obitine piece, A Jedi’s Resolve.

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Most Secrets Come With A Price.

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut…

Summary: Oliver Queen wants to get his life back in order. He seeks out an old friend, Felicity Smoak, believing she is the one person who can help him. With years passed and both having grown, will spending so much time together forever change their relationship? But not all is as it seems. When secrets, the past, family, and life, all start to unravel before him, can Oliver trust anyone?

Authors Note: Okay so this is my contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon on tumblr arranged by @thebookjumper, so this is my multichapter fic using the prompts. Firstly thank you everyone for the support! I really struggled with this weeks prompt, I don’t know why it just didn’t seem to flow right… so I apologise for that! But I hope you enjoy it regardless :) x

Chapter 6: Unintentional Discovery.

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ULTIMATE DELENA FIC REC LIST

I’ve been asked a couple of times for good fanfiction and since I do read a lot I decided to make a post with some of the ones that I really enjoyed reading or found interest in.

(in alphabet order)

  1. A love that consumes - COMPLETE - Elena Gilbert loves Stefan Salvatore. No, really, she does! Sure, she’s been having more and more late night encounters with his devilish handsome brother Damon and there have been a few kisses and touches, but it’s not like they mean anything. Right? (Post Canon)

  2. A Woman’s Worth - COMPLETE -  Love hurts. This story takes on a literal meaning when Elena is a victim of abuse by her boyfriend. A journey of the silent sufferings of a girl with no one to turn to and unwilling to ask for help. Enters Damon, a social worker determined to rescue a damsel in distress and falling for her along the way. What is he willing to sacrifice in the end to save a girl he loves? (All Human)

  3. Addictions - COMPLETE -  When Elenas’ life has been consumed by addictions, can anyone save her? (All Human)

  4. All At Once - COMPLETE -  Damon and Elena have been in an extremely casual arrangement for a month when he assumes temporary custody of his teenage nephew. Follow them on a journey as ‘nothing’ may just turn into 'everything’ if they can overcome dark pasts & biggest fears. (All Human)

  5. All You Are To Me - INCOMPLETE -  Damon and Elena have been best friends for their entire lives, but when they risk their friendship to become something more will their relationship be strong enough to weather any storm? (All Human)

  6. Anyone Else But You - COMPLETE -  Elena has worked for Damon for five years, they complete each other in ways no one else can. But will either of them be brave enough to fight for the love they deserve? (All Human)

  7. Bittersweet - COMPLETE -  Elena has her “happily ever after.” Married to the love of her life with the job she’s always wanted, she can’t dream of making any changes. But sometimes life has a way of playing by its own rules. When her world turns on its side, can the one person who’s always been there when she needed him help her pick up the pieces? (Post Canon)

  8. Can’t Be Tamed - INCOMPLETE -  Damon Salvatore is a well-known and ruthless mobster who gets what he wants, when he wants. When John Gilbert fails to settle his debts on time, Damon takes matters into his own hands and kidnaps his niece, Elena, Johns most valuable asset. But is Damon her captor or her saviour? (All Human)

  9. Crying Lightning - COMPLETE -  "I should have helped her. I should have done something. I deserve this. I deserve to die" - Damon is an 18 year old troubled lost soul with a bad reputation and Elena a 17 year old popular high school student who thought she had everything she ever wanted, that is until she got to know the eldest Salvatore and realizes that life is about more than being crowned Prom Queen! (All Human)

  10. Dancing in the Dark - COMPLETE -  Singer, Elena Gilbert gets signed to the most prestigious record label in the world. She thinks it’s her big break until she meets her producer, the cold and stoic Damon Salvatore. (All Human)

  11. Do You Believe In Angels? - INCOMPLETE -  "Damon?“ She asked. He looked at her, waiting. She took a shaky breath, "Do you believe in angels?” “No,” he said, “Not anymore.”. Two children with tragic pasts meet at a refuge. Hurt and alone, they clinge to each other to survive. This is their story, and everyone involved along the way. (All Human)

  12. Don’t give up on my son, a dying man’s wish - COMPLETE -  Elena takes a job caring for her friend Stefan’s father. When Elena discovers his dying wish is to reconcile with his older son Damon she decides to make it happen. But Damon doesn’t exactly make it easy on her. (All Human)

  13. Down A Crooked Path - COMPLETE - Some loose ends should be burned. Sequel to Self-Inflicted Wounds (Post Canon)

  14. Echoes - COMPLETE -  Things have been calm in Mystic Falls for years. Damon and Elena have been peacefully raising their family in the town where they both grew up. But this is Mystic Falls. Things can change quickly…and never for the better. Sequel to “Bittersweet.” (Post Canon)

  15. Echoes of the Past - COMPLETE -  Each of us has a past that shapes and defines us. Some pasts are filled with pain and heartache. Can Damon and Elena overcome their pasts to allow themselves a chance at happiness? Or will things from their past resurface to destroy their future? (All Human)

  16. Faults and Blizzards - COMPLETE -  Six months after their divorce, Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore are forced to spend Christmas together. (All Human)

  17. Fighting Fate - COMPLETE -  "I believe in fate more than the average person. We will run into each other again because we are meant to be. I just know it.“ (All Human)

  18. Forever Mine - EPILOGUE LEFT -  The night Damon Salvatore met Elena Gilbert changed the course of their destinies forever. But just as the future made itself known, the past caught up with them to destroy it all. Together on the run, Damon finds himself falling for this girl. Hard. But, Damon Salvatore doesn’t love and he won’t let her change that. No matter how much his soul…his body begs him to give in. (Alternative Universe)

  19. Forever Yours  - COMPLETE -  'But If we’re really meant to be, shouldn’t this be a lot easier? Why has it all been so hard’ - Do you believe in reincarnation? The chance to start over after your life has ended. Take this journey with Damon and Elena to find out if they should be together for eternity. Is it possible to fall in love with the same person over and over again? (Alternative Universe)

  20. Four Lettered Lie - EPILOGUE LEFT -  Damon Salvatore thought he’d never have to see Elena Gilbert again. He was wrong. (All Human)

  21. Friends with benefits - INCOMPLETE -  'He breaks me every single time.’ They’re best friends & lovers until they’re torn apart by secrets, lies & pride. 'A love like that – consumes until there’s nothing left to break. Destiny leaves you no choice - love conquers all.’ (All Human)

  22. Georgia On My Mind - COMPLETE -  Damon takes Elena on his little road trip to Georgia. Elena, distraught over her resemblence to Katherine, decides to let loose with surprising consequences. (Post Canon)

  23. Gravity - INCOMPLETE -  Sequel to Cannonball - Finally free from the clutches of Mystic Falls and their rivaling families, Damon and Elena are home free. Their love and loyalty to each other is stronger than ever, however they will soon learn that being on the run isn’t all that easy. (All Human)

  24. Guide You Home - INCOMPLETE -  Elena has been a foster kid her whole life, the day she goes out there, trying to find her roots and herself, she meets someone, a man, that will change her life forever. Someone that gives her hope again. (All Human)

  25. Her Mother’s Eyes - COMPLETE -  Damon tries to heal from the death of his wife while raising their small daughter. He thought no one could compare, until he meets Elena Gilbert, who will forever change his, and his daughter’s life. (All Human)

  26. Hindsight - COMPLETE -  After a blissful summer Damon & Elena find themselves surrounded by sad and dark secrets being revealed. While trying to deal with the regularly scheduled Mystic Falls drama of aftermaths and side-effects, they are unexpectedly confronted with Silas’ new macabre plan that threatens to tear them apart forever. (Post Canon)

  27. History - COMPLETE -  Elena Gilbert’s nightmare is just beginning. Picks up right where season one finale left off. No relationship is left unchanged in the aftermath as history comes back to haunt them all… (Post Canon)

  28. If You Can Afford Me - COMPLETE -  Damon is a wealthy businessman in need of…Well sex. Sex kept out of the papers, that is. Elena is a high class call girl able to offer that. What happens when need presents itself and they meet? (All Human)

  29. Inevitable - COMPLETE -  Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore are juniors at Mystic Falls High School and they have been best friends and partners in crime for as long as they can remember. When Elena needs Damon to pose as her boyfriend things start heating up between them, but complications arise when you’re dealing with such emotionally damaged people. Is it worth risking a friendship for love? (All Human)

  30. Jump Start to Feeling - COMPLETE -  Elena is paralyzed from the waist down. She doesn’t like Christmas because on top of everything else, her old boyfriend walked out on her because he couldn’t deal with her injury. In walks Damon… (All Human)

  31. Killer’s Insight - COMPLETE -  Elena Gilbert is an FBI trainee who needs information on a case. She has to turn to infamous serial killer Damon Salvatore for his insight and help. Will her connection with him be more than she can handle? (All Human)

  32. Kiss Me, Break My Heart - COMPLETE -  Elena Gilbert has been in love with her best friend Damon Salvatore for years, but when he asks her to help him win back the woman of his dreams, Elena decides she’s had enough. Now Elena wants to move on, but Damon’s not making it easy on her. (All Human)

  33. My Damon - COMPLETE - Damon has become everything he swore to Elena he’d never be, driving her away in the process. When he realizes his mistake, Damon will stop at nothing to win back the love of his life and prove to Elena that he’s still her Damon, always. (All Human)

  34. Near to You - COMPLETE -  Damon and Elena continue to search for Stefan, but they quickly realize he’s a lost cause. While they struggle to fight their feelings for each other obstacles like doppelgangers, Originals, hybrids and the return of Stefan always seem to threaten their new and undefined relationship. Can Delena overcome anything or is their new found connection doomed from the start? (Post Canon)

  35. Oblivion - COMPLETE -  It’s been 4 years since she last saw his blue eyes, or so they say. 4 years since the coma-inducing tragedy that took her parents but let her live. Elena wakes up at 23, with no memory of the years leading up to her accident or the gorgeous man sitting beside her with a ring on his finger. Desperate for answers, Elena embarks on a not so typical amnesia-love story. (All Human)

  36. Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction - COMPLETE -  It all started with a night of hot sex. Where things could go from there to Elena and Damon? Could they fall for each other although they don’t believe in love anymore? (All Human)

  37. Picking Up the Pieces - COMPLETE - After Damon convinces a reluctant Stefan to leave his exile, things quickly go wrong when Stefan’s reunited with Elena. The outcome leaves Elena shattered, and Damon is there to pick up the pieces. (Post Canon)

  38. Pretend You Love Me - COMPLETE - While their marriage is falling apart, Damon and Elena must learn to get past their demons or lose each other forever. (All Human)

  39. Real Life - COMPLETE - Sequel to Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction. "Is that what I think it is?” Damon asked as he looked at the tiny pair of plain white handmade crochet booties shoes. She nodded but she was wrong. (All Human)

  40. Restrictor Plate - COMPLETE - Damon is a NASCAR driver with a troubled past and present. Elena is the former love of his life. Both find themselves back in Mystic Falls and employed by Salvatore Racing. With a mountain of baggage between them, including a carefully guarded secret, it’s only a matter of time before they have the “Big One.” (All Human)

  41. Rock Hard, Love Harder - COMPLETE - Damon Salvatore, the lead guitarist of the world-famous band, The Mystic Republic, is used to getting what he wants - women, alcohol and music. But when he realizes he’s falling for the one person who is off limits, the world as he knows it shifts from right under him. What will loving his best friend’s little sister and band manager mean for the band and ultimately, his heart? (All Human)

  42. Self Inflicted Wounds - COMPLETE - “If I had chosen differently, I never would have met you.” Elena chose to kiss Damon. Stefan chose human blood. Katherine chose redemption. Damon chose to confess. These choices change everything. (Post Canon)

  43. Separate Beds - COMPLETE - A heartbreaking tale of love, loss and everything in between. Damon & Elena shared an intense connection from the moment they met, and she ended up pregnant after just one passionate night together. Damon, now engaged to be married to Kat has to make a choice; to please his father or to follow his heart. (All Human)

  44. Settle Down - COMPLETE - Damon Salvatore is a fast-talking, womanizing sports agent, living big in New York City and leaving his childhood in Mystic Falls far behind him. When he returns home for his father’s funeral, he meets Elena Gilbert, a fiery brunette who gets under his skin. Between her and facing his past, returning to Mystic Falls may change his life. (All Human)

  45. Sink or Swim - COMPLETE - Can love born out of a lie? Elena is getting married to a man she thinks she knows but things are not always the way they seem. And trough all the web of lies, would she be able to find true love? (All Human)

  46. Slow Burn Summer - COMPLETE - When the unthinkable happens, it’s never the thing you expected. It’s the thing you never even thought you should be afraid of. (Post Canon)

  47. Small Time Charm - INCOMPLETE -  After nearly 10 years away from small-town Mystic Falls, Damon is summoned back in another punishment from his father. Once there he’s determined to live the good life, having fun, and certainly not doing anything his father wants. Life has something for him when he stumbles upon a little boy getting picked on by some bullies. Saving him brings Damon close to the boy’s mother.(All Human)

  48. Snowbound - COMPLETE - When Elena left Mystic Falls to visit her Aunt in Richmond, she got stuck in the snow with her ex-boyfriend Damon Salvatore? Can she try and mend things up during the short time they have together considering she’s the one that broke his heart? (All Human)

  49. Somebody I Used to Know - COMPLETE - Grieving the sudden death of their parents, Damon and Elena are forced to face their past choices and mistakes. Take a wild a journey through 20 years of their lives…together, apart and everything in between. (All Human)

  50. Someone like you - INCOMPLETE -   You fall in love, get married, fall in love again, get your heart broken. What if it got broken by a heart surgeon that never came back to fix it? (All Human)

  51. Strawberry Wine - INCOMPLETE - It’s funny how those memories they last…Is the first love really the deepest? A decade after her departure Elena Gilbert returns to Mystic Falls to relieve the best years of her life. They say there’s nothing like first love and Damon Salvatore is certainly not an easy man to forget. (All Human)

  52. Swap Out - COMPLETE - If Damon Salvatore believes in one thing, it’s second chances. And fun. And the word “yes.” Okay, so three things. But when asked if he wants to go rock climbing, skydiving, mountain biking, the answer is unequivocally in the affirmative. But dealing with his control-freak tyrant of a boss, Elena Gilbert? That proves to be far more difficult than anyone planned. (All Human)

  53. Sweet and Sexy Mistakes - COMPLETE - An expert on the dynamics between men and women, Damon Salvatore knows his uptight new publicist could use his help getting a date. The only problem is, the more time he spends with her, the more he realizes he doesn’t want her dating anyone but him! (All Human)

  54. Taking Chances - INCOMPLETE - After spending 9 years in the Army, willingly isolated from home Damon Salvatore returns to Mystic Falls to see Elena Gilbert, his brother’s girlfriend and his first love. What he finds is a battered and broken Elena and he’ll do everything in his power to make it right. Can he help her and overcome his own demons or are they both too damaged to take a chance on each other? (All Human)
       
  55. Teenage Diaries - COMPLETE - You think you have it all and one day everything you know vanishes and you can’t stop the downward spiral. Your Parents die in a car crash, your forced to move to a small town and start at a new school. Worse part your pregnant from a one-night stand.(All Human)

  56. The Choices We Make - COMPLETE - It’s 117AD and war has erupted between vampires and werewolves. So what happens when fate brings vampire Damon and a pre-transitioned werewolf Elena together? Just something that results in the creation of the Sun and the Moon curse.(Alternative Universe)

  57. The Rain King - INCOMPLETE -  Sequel to The Queen of Unintended Consequences. Six years after Damon leaves Elena with Klaus, he’s called back to handle a delicate situation. (Post Canon)

  58. The Road Less Traveled - COMPLETE - My version of early S4. Of course there’s angst, but that’s part of what makes it fun. (Post Canon)

  59. The Story of Us - COMPLETE - The past four years have built up to the moment that will define everything for Damon and Elena. When reality comes crashing down around them, they find themselves looking back on the past and trying to decide where to go from here. (All Human)

  60. Their Best Life - EPILOGUE LEFT - Elena and Damon’s romance began in “His Best Girl” but how did they get to that perfect future? Follow their journey through pregnancy, adoption, and much more. (All Human)

  61. Through the Ghost - COMPLETE - Damon, a carefree soldier & Elena, a no-nonsense physical therapist at an Army base met under ordinary circumstances. Stuck between attraction and resistance, they struggled to define their relationship until fate made the decision for them. 4 years later a heartbroken Elena battles to make good on a promise when she discovers nothing but the shell of the only man she’s ever loved. (All Human)

  62. To Save a Sinner - COMPLETE - Damon Salvatore, the new star swimmer and transfer student at MFU, befriends the dark and mysterious Elena Gilbert, a girl the rest of Mystic Falls considers crazy. When he discovers the deep, haunting secrets she keeps from the world, can he handle the truth or will it cost him his heart and even possibly, his sanity? (All Human)

  63. Vagrants MC - INCOMPLETE - Born and raised in Phoenix, Damon Salvatore has everything he needs to lead his father’s M.C., the Vagrants; the thirst for danger every young man has and a shining motorbike ready to lead a shining city. But cue a girl, arriving amid a cloud of flame with trouble on her tail, can Damon step up and deliver what is expected when the Vagrants are threatened? (All Human)

  64. What’s Wrong with Us? - COMPLETE - Adjusting to having a daughter is driving Damon crazy so he hires someone new to help out. Elena has her own secrets & her past but she puts everything aside, falling in love with her employer and his daughter. Juggling therapy, secrets, and exes. (All Human)

  65. Where We Are Now - EPILOGUE LEFT - Still recovering from a bad break-up, Elena moves to Mystic Falls to live with her Aunt Jenna, enrolling at a new school and meeting new friends. But who’s that guy always hanging around her? And what about Damon Salvatore, the 'bad boy’ of this new school and town? (All Human)

  66. Wrong Salvatore - INCOMPLETE - What if Elena got into a car accident and woke up with no memory of the last four years? As she learns to cope with her amnesia she has to also cope with her new life… it was certainly not what she expected. (Post Canon)

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You get kidnapped by the Gemini coven

A dark room. The only window on the wall covered with broken persiennes, dust that hasn’t been wiped off them for years, a small ray of sun shining through a couple of missing pieces of persiennes, but you still weren’t able to see where you were. You felt dizzy and weak like never before. Tied down to a chair as you jerked your arms a few times in all directions, trying to set yourself free, but it was useless. There was no way out of there and you knew it. A sharp stinging feeling rolled through your body, making you look down, your eyes finding a three inch wound on your thigh, the blood slowly dropping down on the floor under you. You cried out in pain, shutting your eyes closed for a second, panic taking over your body.

‘Well, well, well, look who’s awake.’ A male voice echoed through the small and dark room, somehow you managed to recognize it. Joshua Parker. He knelt down in front of you, a mischevious grin on his face.

'Why am I here?’ You stuttered, your eyes filled with tears, your hands shaking, but unfortunately you couldn’t hide your fear. You were scared for your life at that moment more than anything because you knew what Joshua was capable of.

'Because you, my dear, are what my son cares about the most, so to get my revenge for what he did to our family, is this.’ He replied as you swallowed hard, trying to suppress your tears and trying to stop yourself from crying out.

'So that’s what this is really about? Kai?’ You asked, your voice shaky and looked around the room, hoping you would find something, some kind of clue to get out of there.

'Well, since prison world didn’t stop him, this is what I have to do.’ He stood up, fixing his jeans and wiped his hands on them before rubbing them together, a smile disappearing from his face. 'I apologize, but, this is going to hurt. A lot.’ He used his magic and snapped the bone in your leg, a loud cracking noise echoing through the room, making you cry out in excruciating pain.

***
A loud noise echoed through the big hallway. The sound of Kai slamming the doors behind him and storming into the room where everyone worked thoroughly, trying to figure out how to get you back.
Kai knew why his father took you, but what he didn’t know and what was absulutely driving him crazy was where was he hising you. He spent hours thinking of all kinds of different places where he might’ve kept you, but when Stefan went to check them out, they were empty and no sign of you. Every failed attempt in finding you made Kai weaker and getting him closer to the point of snapping out.

'Still no sign of her?’ Kai asked out of breath, throwing the jacket down on the couch and rolling up the sleeves of his grey T-shirt.

'Still nothing.’ Damon trailed off, making Kai slam his fist on the table and groan out in frustration mixed with fear and pain and sadness.

'She’s going to be fine she’s a strong woman, I know that.’ Elena said, trying to calm Kai down a little bit, but it didn’t help. He couldn’t stop pacing around the room the entire time, driving everyone crazy.

'You don’t know my father! He’s capable of anything! He locked me in that awful prison world but before all of that, he treated me like crap for 18 years and he still does! I’m not gonna give up and sit around the house, telling myself that she’s going to be fine. We have to find her!’ Kai snapped at everyone in the room, running his fingers roughly through his hair, showing that anger took over his body completely. He was crushed and a possibility of losing you was in his mind the entire day.

'Kai! Calm down!’ Damon yelled at him and walked closer, placing his hands on his shoulders and squeezing them a few times, the tension in Kai’s body obvious under Damon’s hands. 'Well figure something out. You know we care about her and that she’s like family to all of us. She’s not going to die.’ Damon trailed off.

'I just can’t take this anymore. It’s too much for me and I- I don’t want to lose her. She’s everything to me, I can’t- I-’ his voice cracked, his hands placing on his face as he finally gave in. He was crying at that point, emotions completely getting to him, unable to control them. He was sitting on the couch, with his face burried in his hands, not wanting anyone to see him like that. He felt weak and that wasn’t one of his qualities. Even though he was crying, he was the strongest of them all and ready to fight if that would be neccessary. He felt a place next to him on the couch sink down a little bit, knowing someone joined him. He looked up and saw Bonnie sitting next to him, her hand rubbing his back in small circular motions, trying to calm him down. Bonnie and him weren’t on good terms, but she was an amazing friend and she was always there for you when you needed her. She knew that Kai means a lot to you and she would do anything to save you or him for that matter.

'If only we could use something to find her, to locate her. It would be so much easier.’ Elena said abruptly, making Bonnie to turn towards her, with her eyes wide, going through her mind because she knew there was something she could do.

'Wait here!’ She shouted and ran to, what used to be your room in Salvatore’s house, and went through all yur drawers, thrashing the room, until she finally found what she was looking for. A smile flashed across her face, because she knew that was the moment where she’d finally be sure where you were. She swiftly ran downstairs, holding a small capsule – like bottle, with a small cap on top, with red liquid, filled all the way to the top.

'What is that?’ Kai asked, a dash of hope suddenly running through his body.

'It’s her blood.’ Bonnie took out the Mystic Falls map and spread it wide on the big dark brown table, pouring some of the blood on the map, a few candles burning around it.

'Where did you get that?’ Kai asked, pointing at the bottle that was now halfway full.

'She kept it safe in her room. I guess she wanted to prepare herself for the worst and wanted us to use it incase something like this happens, and now we actually can find her.’ Bonnie trailed off, standing in front of the map, spilling out the spell as everyone watched a small drop of blood suddenly turning into a curved line, traveling around, finding the place where you were kept.

'Smart girl.’ Damon said, making Kai smiled, but Kai couldn’t take his eyes off the map, waiting for that small drop of blood to stop, revealing where you were.

'There.’ Bonnie trailed off, pointing her finger at the place, lifting her head up and looking directly at Kai. 'That’s where she is. But we have to think this thr- Where do you think you’re going?’ Bonnie asked as all of them watched him putting on his jacket and starting to walk towards the front door.

'To save my girl and to end everything once and for all.’ Kai responded.

'No, you’re not! This could be dangerous! You can’t go there all by yourself! We’ll go with you, but first we need to come up with the right plan and-’

'No! I’ve waited long enough! Who knows what could happen to her if we wait for just a little bit longer. She could be dead and I- I can’t have that.’ Kai chocked out the last part of his sentence, taking a deep breath and ran his fingers roughly through his hair.

'You could end up being hurt or killed, you know that right?’ Damon said with anger in his voice, frustrated at how stubborn Kai was, but on the other side, he completely understood him. He would’ve done the same thing if it was Elena.

'I don’t care. I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way, I promise you that. I’ll do anything to get her home safely.’ That was the last thing he said before he stormed out, slamming the doors behind you. He knew he was risking his life, but he was risking it for you, to save you and no matter the consequences, he was fully going for it, even capable of killing his own father.

***

'Please, don’t do this.’ You cried out, the pain in your leg causing your tears to keep rolling down your cheeks. At moments, the pain was so excruciating that it made your vision go black, thinking you were going to pass out. You could’ve sworn that a couple of your ribs were broken, the capability of breathing properly and normally was not possible. Everytime you breathed in, it felt like someone punched you with all their strenght, squeezing all the air from your lungs.

'Begging won’t help. You know that you’re just a bait, right? I knew I had to kidnap you because then, Kai would come after you. I know my son very well, enough to know that he would always come for you, no matter what. Even if that meant that he would end up dead.’ Joshua trailed off, making you snap out of your thoughts, distracting you from all the pain. Your eyes went wide, his words making you squirm in your chair and try to set yourself free, but like all those previous times, it was always the same outcome.

'You’re going to kill him?’ You asked, pain in your voice.

'That’s what all this is about. I’m going to give him exactly what he deserves. After causing so much pain to my family, he will die, even if that meant I would have to take myself and our entire coven down with me.’ Joshua stated, a small smile appearing on his face. You clenched your jaw, anger mixed with pain traveling through your body, wanting to punch him in the face right there for being such an annoying, grinning, bitter asshole, that deserved all the worst there is in the world.

'He won’t come, you know. He would never risk his life for me.’ But he would.

'You’re wrong there. I know your little witch friend will find a way to find you. She’s a smart girl.’

'You won’t get what you want. Never! I won’t let that happen.’ He looked at you with anger in his eyes, completely black coloured as he placed his hands on the arms of the chair. His breathing was heavy and his brows furrowed, wanting to completely snap.

'You, can’t do anything right now. The only thing you can do at this moment is scream.’ He trailed off and stood up, using his magic to cut another line on your body, this time it was your arm. Not even a second passed as blood started spilling down your arm and onto the floor, making you cry out, your body feeling like it was going to give up. You were tired and didn’t know for how long you could take this. When he finally stopped and silence filled the room, a thump noise coming from the front porch outside. Joshua looked through the window and seperating the persiennes, a smile flashing across his face when he looked back at you.

'Right on time.’ He muttered under his breath, standing on one spot and waited. You were scared for your life, but you were more scared for Kai’s life.

'Hello father. Long time no see.’ Kai said and slowly walked into the room, quiet footsteps behind you, old wooden floor squeaking underneath his body. When Kai kept walking forward, Joshua kept the same distance, walking behind you. Kai’s eyes suddenly found yours, which were filled with tears, your cheeks stained with both blood and tears, dried up blood under your nose. Kai gave you a sympathetic look and swiftly knelt down in front of you, setting your arms free, careful not to hurt you even more than you already were. You saw a glistening tear rolling down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand.

'Kai, please help me.’ You cried out and closed your eyes for a few second, your whole body in pain.

'I’m gonna get you out of here, ok?’ Kai whispered and picked you up, but when he wanted to take a step forward, his father used his magic and lifted Kai off the floor, making your body hit the hard wooden floor as you screamed out at the sudden fall.

'Not so fast. Did you really think I would let you walk out of here with her just like that? You deserve to die and that’s what I’m going to do right now.’ Joshua stated.

'Are the rest of the gemini coven members ok with that? Ok with dying? Because if they are, then that’s one hell of a dedication.’ Kai quietly said, a strong pressure on his neck.

'They’re ok with getting rid of you.’

'Then do it! Get it over with already!’ Kai snapped at him and looked at you laying on the floor, helpless.

'Gladly.’

'No!!’ You screamed out and hit Joshua’s ankle with a bigger piece of wood you found on the floor, interrupting his spell and making him scream out in pain, but it was enough for Kai to be free from the spell.

'Nobody hurts my friends and especially not her.’ Kai trailed off and with a swift motion, he broke Joshua’s neck, his body collapsing down on the floor. His breathing was heavy and deep, ignoring the fact that his father was holding a grip on his neck with magic just a minute ago. He turned his head, his gaze dropping down onto your body laying on the floor, your eyes closed.

'Hey, hey, look at me.’ Kai stuttered, his hand snaking behind your neck, lifting your body up and holding you close to his body, his right hand moving the hair from your face, that lock of hair stainef with blood. Seeing you like this, hurt and completely helpless, his eyes traveling down your body, memorizing all your wounds, his heart clenching at the sight. He felt like there was a lump stuck in his throat, not allowing him to swallow ot breathe. You finally opened your eyes, your tired eyes looking at Kai’s face above you, a weak smile appearing on your face.

'You came.’ You whispered.

'I’ll always come for you.’ Kai whispered, his arms pulling you closer to his body, making you wince a little bit. 'I can’t tell you how sorry I am.’ Kai cried out.

'It’s ok.’ Your voice cracked as you started crying, pain in your torso making your breath hitch. 'Kai, I don’t want to die.’

'You’re not going to die, ok? We’ll save you, don’t worry. Damon will be here in a few minutes, just hold on for a bit longer. You will be fine, you’ll see.’ Kai stuttered, his palm kept caressing your cheek gently.

'Thank you. For being here for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.’ You said and jerked your body a bit, Kai’s grip loosen a bit. He was worried that he had hurt you even more, his eyes scanning your body again.

'Kai, can you take some of the pain away? It’s too much and-’ At that moment Damon stormed in, making you and Kai turn your heads in his direction, showing him a smile for a split second. He dropped down on his knees beside you, biting onto his wrist, creating two small holes, allowing the blood to come to the surface. He brought his wrist to your mouth, warm blood trickling down your throat as you felt your wounds healing completely, the strength coming back to your body. You sighed deeply and wiped your chin with the back of your hand, Kai pulling you into a tight hug as you sobbed into the crook of his neck. He pulled back a bit and cupped his face, his eyes piercing deeply into yours. His lips parted a little bit before he kissed your lips multiple times, feeling your presence again.

'I thought I was going to lose you.’ He whispered and pressed his forehead on yours, his hot breath on your face.

'I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again.’ You stuttered, your voice weak as you were still sobbing.

'Hey, hey, you’re safe now, ok? I won’t let this happen again, not a chance.’

'Guys, sorry to interrupt, but we really have to go. Who knows who else could come here.’ Damon said and looked around.

'He’s right. C'mon.’ Kai said and helped you get you, his arm wrapping around your waist, helping you walk even though you healed perfectly. You loved how thoughtful and amazing he was. He was ready to risk his life for you, just so you could be safe.
After that day, Kai never let you out of his sight, constantly protecting you and making sure you were ok. What happened that day only made you realized how much you care about Kai and how much you actually love him.

anonymous asked:

Could you write Sethkate - she's mad at him because he almost "let" Amaru kill him to touch her, and she would have just had to watch? :( Ends in hot passion-loving kissing!

Whew boy… some of these prompt end up running long. I really like the beginning of it, with her thought process. I’m not completely sold on the switch. I  LOVED this prompt. I hope I did it justice. SethKate for sure. 


Without A Fight (…but there is a fight)  

Sometimes she thinks that they’ve taught her to steal too well. That it’s now often too easy and too second nature. She’s sitting alone on the trunk of the black Camero with a Pal-Mal that she’d pilfered from Richie pack hanging out of her mouth and whiskey-sour that she took from Seth’s desk in her hands. Stealing a thing isn’t a thing. It doesn’t bother her to steal from them and why should it? They stole her first. She’s not really angry at them, but her anger is overwhelming on nights like this when she wakes up from a nightmare.

Nights like tonight when she dozed off listening to the boys plan their next job and the next thing she knew she was waking up to the haunted memories of the last moments of lives Amaru took. Pulling someone's​ soul away from them, that is the type of stealing from which there is no redemption from. She knows on some logical level that she had no control over what Amaru had done, but some nights that knowledge was simply no comfort.

The doctor had been thinking about his wife and children, how he loved them and how he was going to a break his promise to be at his daughter’s soccer game. The nurse had been thinking about how he was only at this job for a few more days. Manola couldn’t believe that she was dying in front of her lover and she didn’t want Kisa to blame herself. Her brother had been broken; seeing her in the flesh, all his thoughts were consumed with God’s judgement. Richie’s mind was a mess: the logical half screaming to fight back, while the rest of wanted to save her. All of them, every soul that Amaru took felt fear and panic; none of them had wanted to die. But Seth…

When Amaru touched Seth all she felt was devastating guilt and how he deserved this. It wasn’t like the remorse that Scott felt, because he was still trying to resist, but Seth hadn’t even tried to fight back. He stood there and took it, just let her start to kill him… And for what? For the sake of guilt? For some twisted sense of he’d earned it? Penance? She’d begged him to kill her. She didn’t want to watch him die or let that twisted demon kill anyone else, but he didn’t even try to stop her.

She throws the glass across the parking lot and it shattered against the pavement. She fights the urge to just start screaming. The back door opens and closes behind her and it’s only a single puff of the cigarette before she smells gun-oil and earthy aftershave.

“You alright, Princess?” He leans against the car, close enough to, but not quite touching her.

She flicks the cigarette way and watches it snuff itself out on the wet pavement. “Peachy.” She’s trying to remember all the relaxation techniques that she’s learned over the past few months so she doesn’t explode. Her ears feel hot and she’s still thinking about screaming consequences be damned.

“Yeah you sure sound like it.” He huffs, because he hates secrets, hates it when he doesn’t know what the people around him are thinking. “You take my drink, just to break the glass?

“Take it out of my cut.” She growls.

He arches his eyebrow, “What the hell is up your craw?”

“Nothing. I’m allowed to be mad.”

“Okay. So what the fuck are you so pissed about?”

She grinds her teeth together. “You.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything!” He pushes himself away from the car and looks up as rain drops start pinging on the cars in the lot.

“That’s the problem.” She folds her arms over her chest.

He looks agitated, “I’m not playing this game. I’m not playing the pronoun game where you say something cryptic and then we play twenty questions until you finally tell me what’s got you so pissed. You want to tell me; then tell me.  We need to get inside before this damn rain hits us. Come on.”

Lightning illuminates the parking lot and the rain starts pouring down on them. He grabs her hands and jerks her off the car, trying to drag her back into Jed’s, but she resists. She doesn’t want to go back inside, she’s angry and she doesn’t care about the rain.

“I’d rather play in the darkness, thank you.” She snips pulling her hands away and planting her feet. There’s this rush in her ears, screaming at her to push all of his buttons. Make him pay for all the pain he caused her, so she picks words that’ll bring up bad memories.

He advances into her space, much like he did in those Mexican motels, when she’d challenge him and he’d reach by her to collect his drugs. This time his eyes aren’t angry, there’s almost a softness to them as he gets so close she can feel his body heat, despite the chill of the rain. “What is wrong? What didn’t I do? You gotta talk to me.”

She has to look up when he’s this close, he’s got a few inches on her and it used to intimidate her, but those days are long gone. “You were going to let her kill you.”

“Who? The guard at the bank? She never even touched her gun. I had…”

“Amaru.” She digs her nails into her palms, she hates saying that name out loud. “You didn’t even resist when she tried to try to take your soul. You were going to let her kill you.”

He blinks and whether it’s from the rain or her words she isn’t sure. “It’s not like I knew what was happening.”

“Bullshit.” She calls him out, jamming her finger into his chest. “You felt exactly what she was doing and were going to let her. I could hear you, thinking some twisted idea about how you deserved it.”

“I did. I did deserve it.” He growls looming over her now, but not touching. “All that shit I put you through. I deserved…”

“Well I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve to watch you die. You think I wanted to watch that?” He steps back slightly but she advances back into his space, not letting him get away. “Do you have any idea how that felt?!? Her laughing in my mind about you being a sacrificial lamb! Do you know what it would have done to me to watch you die? How my heart would have broken…”

His hands are suddenly buried in her hair and his mouth is on hers insistent, demanding more with every inch he takes. The rain is pouring down now, but she barely feels it. All can she feel is his heat. He’s alive and he’s here. She grabs his tie to pull him closer and moans as he forces his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. One of his hands leaves her hair and grips her hip, pulling her flush with him while he backs her up against the car. She gasps as his mouth finds her neck, biting and mouthing his way down as one of his hands slips under her shirt.

The rain is soaking them, but she doesn’t care. She wants this…She just wants. She’s achy and needy and her body feels so raw as he pours all of his energy into her like a electricity. She’s hot and cold all at the same time and she just doesn’t know what to do with all of it. She’s hungry and there’s this overpowering emptiness that needs to be filled. She wants to feel this, feel him. How can she be mad at him one moment and letting him grope her the next. Maybe she’s just going mad. Richie told her once that love is the ultimate insanity and the cure for it all wrapped up together. All she knows is that she needs Seth and everything he’s giving her. She digs her nails into his shoulder as she pushes herself back up on the trunk.

“Tell me to stop.” He snarls against her ear, there’s a low, dangerous quality to his voice that she forgot he had, but instead of scaring her it makes her grind against him. She wants all of him, the dangerous part, the gentle part…she wants all of it. She wants him. “Tell to me stop, Kate.”

She doesn’t.

Great prompt so much fun! Thanks for it, anon. Love to my Loves.

anonymous asked:

So you saying you hate aang? I been reading your blog and I feel you really don't like him or respect his culture.

I definitely don’t hate Aang; I actually like him a lot. It’s just that many of the plot points that I criticize through the asks I get and my critiques of LOK and the A:TLA comics happen to tie back into how Aang’s character was handled with respect to the romance and the A:TLA finale. Most of Aang’s characterization holds up just fine, but since this is a criticism blog, the parts of his narrative that work don’t get as much figurative screentime. 

You haven’t seen me critique a character I actually hate unless you’ve read The Triumph of Uther Pendragon. 

I do have problems with the way Aang’s character is given a pass on things that other characters have to endure, simply because he seems to be the favorite of Mike and Bryan. For example, compare what happened with Aang in the finale, where he was faced with an impossible choice but got out of it without a real cost to himself, with what happened to Katara in “The Puppetmaster.” Katara was likewise given an impossible choice: bloodbend, which she believed to be wrong, or watch her friends kill each other through Hama. The difference is that she wasn’t given an out the way Aang was and actually had to bloodbend in order to save her friends. It traumatized and changed her; she allowed that darkness to feed into an already existing anger and had to deal with it via some hard soul searching in “The Southern Raiders.” Yet the fact that she had to make a hard choice and deal with the consequences greatly benefits her character. It would have done the same to Aang if the creators had allowed it. 

Or take how Aang is rewarded with Katara at the end of the series without having to apologize for a) kissing her without her consent or b) yelling at her and storming off right before the fight with the Firelord. On the one hand, you could say, “Well, Aang is nice, and he’s been pining for Katara for ages, and he’s been through so much. Doesn’t he deserve some happiness?” On the other hand, what about Toph? She was pining for Sokka in several episodes, and saved his life multiple times; she’s been through a lot too. But she never gets encouraged by, say, prisoners in “Avatar Day” or Avatar Roku himself to pursue Sokka because “Hey, you’re the Blind Bandit, just hang in there and he’ll come around!” The narrative never believes that Toph is owed a relationship because of anything she has achieved or any hardship she’s experienced.

This also applies to how Aang’s culture was treated–as I have stated here:

There is this attitude in A:TLA that because all of the Air Nomads were peaceful and were wiped out, Aang needs to keep their ways and wisdom pristine. They were victims, even martyrs—so their ideals should not be touched. This is true even though the monks are only fleshed out in one episode, “The Storm,” in which they seem as flawed and human as anyone:

  1. They told Aang he was the Avatar before he turned sixteen, which Monk Gyatso acknowledges was a mistake.
  2. They refused to let him grow up as a normal boy.
  3. They tried to rush Aang’s training.
  4. They tried to take Aang away from Monk Gyatso, his father figure, mentor, and the wisest monk in the temple.

Is it a tragedy that all these men were killed? Of course. But does that make them the guardians of absolute morality? Should their wisdom be treated as infallible, when we can see that they themselves were anything but? Being the victim of genocide is a terrible thing, but it does not automatically elevate you and your culture to sainthood. Contrast this with the way every other nation’s beliefs are challenged in the show. The Water Tribe’s beliefs about the place of men and women are criticized and proven false by Katara. The Earth Kingdom’s belief in separating the social classes as a key to order is shown to be authoritarian. The Fire Nation’s belief in its own superiority and the rectitude of its conquest is destroying the world.

The Air Nomads, though? The Air Nomad beliefs are given a free pass in a way no other nation’s are. Their ways are right, period, and anyone who doesn’t know that will have to be taught otherwise.

This does not mean that I hate the Air Nomad belief system, merely that I wish it had been treated fairly according to how the show treats and challenges the beliefs of the other nations. If you think I’ve been unfair to Aang or the Air Nomads, please feel free to point out specific examples of how I have been so. I can take what I dish out–criticism of criticism is welcome.


Of course, this ask was quickly followed by:

You know what? Forget it you are just another aan hater who doesn’t respect his culture or his beliefs so you can just fuck off! Goodbye you fucking hater.

And:

You are a fucking racist and a bigot! With how you say aangs culture and beliefs are wrong tells me you are either a white person who thinks everyone should be like you and think like you or you are a blinded aang hater! I am blocking your bigoted ass! Fuck you!

I love how in one breath they imply that if I don’t think Aang’s culture and beliefs are right, I am a racist and a bigot…and in the other that I think everyone should be and think like me. Those are quite the mental gymnastics.

It’s ironic that the most virulent and angry messages I’ve ever gotten have been from the so-called fans of the most peaceful and conflict-averse character on the show. I wonder what Aang would think about sending this kind of anonymous hate to people, eh?

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on the Robin series so far?

I’ve been holding onto this cause I’ve had a post in my drafts on my thoughts on Robin once I finished. Once I got this ask, I decided I’d post them here. So here’s a bunch of random thoughts on Robin in no particular order. I’ll put it below the cut cause it’s kinda long also, you know, spoilers.


**Spoilers for the Robin series**

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No brave faces in sleep.

Just a vent piece, suddenly wrote out shit I’m feeling today in a drabble/oneshot? of which these emotions fit surprisingly well. I want to write a long story of my own eventually but anyway. Here’s a random snippet thing. Sorry it’s maybe not particularly original blah like I said just venting  

Characters: Link, Zelda, Ghirahim
Words: 1,115
Summary/Context: For all Link’s outward strength, he’s worn thin now after the events of SS. Ghirahim has been his blade for a little while, and this weakening does not escape the spirit’s notice. He uses Link’s nightmares as an example to Zelda, who still doesn’t trust Ghirahim, to make a point as well as show her what’s truly happening to the boy whom was once merely her childhood friend.


He was floating - floating upward, rising slowly. He opened his eyes and felt his feet on solid ground, a small circle of land in the midst of the water he’d come out of. He was supposed to do something now, something important, but he couldn’t seem to remember what. Where was this - who was he? Something important, so important…

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Consequences  (Yoongi)

Hello! May I req one yoongi angsty-fluff scenario where im like the one yoongi hates the most in this world since the first we met. But one thing happened that turns everthg upside down, ended up he never wanna lose me? Thank you:)

Here you are @thedawnsky! I’m so sorry this took so long.

Part II


Tuesday , 7:45pm

Loathe, detest, despise, dislike, hate.

I met her three months ago, an old friend of Hoseok’s and from that moment on, I never wanted to meet her again. Everyone had their bad traits, but never before had I met someone who’s bad outweighed their good, who truly drove me up the wall. It might make more sense to say I didn’t know why I felt such a strong desire to stay away from her, but I knew exactly why.

She was loud, always announcing herself by saying “hey guys! I’m home!” at the top of her lungs.

She was hardheaded, stubborn as all hell, never giving up without a fight even when it came to things easily solved.

She was too open, sharing unnecessary details to all of us, always droning on and on, she never shut up.

But the thing I hated more than her at this moment, was the uneven number of members, because now, sitting beside her in the driver’s seat of a car, empty except for the two of us, because of Namjoon’s awful ability at dividing people up, I have never been more irritated. Even though she’s silent next to me, her quiet brooding was much more annoying than if she was talking. I try to busy myself with the road in front of us, gripping the wheel with knuckles slowly turning white. My irritation mounts, a small amount of rage starting to bubble up in my chest with each side long glance at her, with her arms crossed and eyebrows knitted tightly together in a visual representation of her displeasure with our situation. I try to hold back my words- I swear I do, but…

“Look, you can knock off the childish pouting, neither of us are happy about this. Just stop.”

“Why do you  have to be so rude?” She snaps, eyes narrowing as she shifts further away from me. “I haven’t ever done anything to you, and all you ever do is act like a dick.”

“You annoy me.” I take a turn sharply, despite the darkness, skin starting to burn with the mounting frustration. “I thought maybe it was because you never shut the fuck up. But evidently, you’re even more annoying when you aren’t talking.”

She scoffs and the noise makes my skin crawl, every little thing she pulls, it gets under my skin. Unbridled anger controls my movements as I press the gas peddle a little more, desperate at this point to just get where we’re going, if only to feel relief from this anger I’ve never experienced before. It’s almost something I’m scared of, my own mind seems to be out of control, the thought of pulling over and pushing her out overpowering the more logical portion of my brain.

“I don’t deserve your fucking attitude, Yoongi.”

“Then just sit over there, shut the hell up, and stop acting like a little kid.”

“Fuck you, Min Yoongi.”

I can’t help but laugh. I laugh because this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had. I laugh because at this point my vision is becoming blurred because of my anger. I laugh because this is the first time she’s ever said anything abrasive to me, despite our mutual dislike of each other. The car whines beneath me as my foot presses down slightly more on the pedal again and in front of us the road begins to wind, twisting off into the distance, the cars containing the others slowly disappearing into the night. I feel warm, like there’s fire under my skin, fueling me on to say the next thing that comes out of my mouth-

Fuck me? Oh please, you’d love that. The only reason you hang out with us is so someone pays attention to your pathetic life. Hanging all over idols because we’re famous, you just want to feel like you fucking matter. But you don’t. And I can’t wait for everyone else to realize that.”

She’s silent this time, her hurt is evident in the way she shifts further away from me, but this only lasts for a moment, because with a tone made of poison she replies-

“The only pathetic one here is you. Can’t you just live your life without being so pissy all the fucking time? You’re disgusting.”

“Okay you know what. Just shut the fuck up-”

My head whips to the side, staring at her as I slam my hands against the wheel, I just need her to shut up for two fucking seconds. I shouldn’t have looked at her, I should’ve kept my eyes on the road, but I was so angry.

“Watch the fucking road-”

Tuesday, 8:01 pm

This is the meaning of the word chaos. This is the end of the world.

The truck’s light is blinding, white hot and it brings tears to my eyes. When I jerk the wheel, the tires scream under us, protesting at the sudden movement and it causes my ears to ring. But I can still hear her screaming. Even with the spots dancing in front of my eyes, I still see her hands fly up to protect her face as the car flips, only to have the skin torn apart by bits of glass. Even though the shock of what’s happening has caused me to feel numb, I still feel her blood hit my face in warm droplets, I still feel the glass snag my skin. The car’s roof crunches as it collapses in on us, the sound drowns out her pained groaning only for a moment, and then it’s back and it makes my head hurt. The car makes one more flip, busting out the remaining windows as it lands and I can’t hear anything. My eyes are blurred by blood running from an unknown source and I pray that it’s my blood, that I’m not covered in the blood of the girl who’s life I might have just taken. I can’t feel anything. The ringing in my ears subsides only a little, just enough to hear her still screaming, and it’s the last thing I hear before I slip into a comfortable darkness.

Tuesday, 9:02 pm

It’s warm here. I’m wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, and there’s a fire burning next to me. Above me, on the mantle, there’s pictures, some I recognize as old school photos and others are family portraits. The small room is filled with the smell of cooking food, something vaguely similar to ginger and baked sugar. There’s a long mirror standing next to me, and when I look into it, I see a happy me, one I hadn’t seen in a long time. My skin looks like it’s shining, a slightly pink tone illuminating my cheeks, the sign of a healthy child. The image of me that stares back from the mirror seems to not be able to help but smile. It’s a calming image. I want to stay in this room forever.

But someone’s calling for me…

“Yoongi, you’ve got to wake up. Come on, get up.”

“Yoongi, it’s time to wake up. Come on sweetie.”

Something bright is shone in my face again, disrupting my serenity. I turn my face away from it, trying to catch a glance of myself in the mirror again, but this time I see the silhouette of a girl behind me. Her face moves into the light and I see her lips, bloodied and dry, moving to form a sentence.

“Wake up.”

My body feels like it’s being yanked, a pulling sensation forming between my eyes. Panic floods my mind as the furniture around me begins to dissolve and the happy warmth seeps out of my safe haven. I’m reluctant to go, but something tells me I have no choice.

Maybe I’ll come back…

Tuesday, 9:40 pm

I’m only awake for a few moments before slipping back into a darkness that unlike the one before, is anything but comfortable and warm. My eyes open slightly, all activity around me slowed to an agonizing crawl and while I’m sure there’s plenty of noise, I find that I still can’t hear anything. I catch a glimpse of a nurse frantically injecting things into a small plastic sack above my head, her lips rapidly moving. She moves to my side, my eyes lazily following her as she comes to a stop next to a man wearing a medical mask, defibrillators poised to strike in his hands and judging by the already apparent stinging in my chest and my difficulty breathing, I’m sure this isn’t the first time they’ve been used on me. Using all the strength I can muster, I roll my limp head to the side, eyes barely open, searching for any sign that would help me rest easy after this, even if it was the end of the line. A jumble of nurses to my right shift around each other busily, swarming over what I come to realize as a bloodied body. My heart rate slows a little and a soft ringing begins in my ears, staying awake suddenly becomes a struggle as one of the nurses moves to the right and I get a good look at the battered face of a girl. The ringing begins to intensify as I drag my eyes away from the mutilated face and  find the heart monitor, slowly beeping. My lips curl up and while I can only feel half of my face, I know it must look peaceful of me to be smiling in my last moments. The fight to stay awake becomes much more difficult than before and I finally give it, allowing my eyelids to shut and my body to relax. Even so, the ringing becomes unbearable, it makes my mind go fuzzy and stars appear behind my eyelids. I’m not a murderer. I’m so sorry.

“Clear!”

Sunday, 10:56 am

“Min Yoongi of the widely known boy group ‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’ was declared legally dead for several  minutes after a near fatal car crash involving a girl who sources have identified as a friend of the group, who is still not responding to doctors. Stay with us-”

I can’t stand the sound of the reporter’s voice, all it does is drill into my head and leave it aching. Makes me wish I’d lost my hearing like the doctor said I was supposed to. Not that I got off easy though, left with hideous scars running up and down my arms and a hearing aid in my left ear. Not to mention a nasty bruise on almost the entirety of my right side and a broken leg rendering me bedridden for the next couple of weeks.

All this was tolerable though, in fact the weeks off from the hectic life I usually lived with Bangtan was readily welcomed. The sudden rest and relaxation would be much more enjoyable if it wasn’t spent in this place.

I was plagued by nightmares now, everytime I closed my eyes, I saw her bloodied face in the car next to me, or heard her screaming. Or worse, I imagined that the monitor next to her limp body would flatline and Hoseok’s eyes barring into me with hatred, accusing me. Murderer. When I wasn’t asleep, which was a frequent occasion, I was in constant pain, the deep bruise  on the right side of my lungs made taking a deep breath ridiculously painful, and the stitches in my wounds itched and ached consistently. I hadn’t had much sleep over the past few days, the sleeping pills they give me were tossed as soon as I thought it was clear. I knew I must look like a wreck and I’m sure the nurses weren’t as dumb as I thought they were and most likely were aware of my little game but decided to ignore it because of my idol status.

I stayed awake for her. Every night I watched the monitor beep, and every night I hoped she’d wake up again, even if the first thing out of her mouth was a string of cuss words, damning me to hell for all that I’d put her through. Sometimes at night I’d speak to her torn up form, apologizing over and over until tears rolled down my cheeks and the gasping they caused made my ribs hurt. I wanted to sit next to her bed and beg her to wake up, I’d lower myself to the ground and grip her hands and pray she’d know how sorry I was, how badly I felt. Movement was restricted for me and it was driving me insane. Day in and day out doctors and nurses floated in and stood over her, murmuring and poking and never giving answers.

The worst was when the boys visited. Jimin always tried to stay bright, bringing small gifts and visiting frequently, sometimes with Jungkook and Taehyung, who avoided eye contact with me, but played along with Jimin’s erratic behavior. Despite my band mates efforts, I still felt the tension in the air, their direct blame of me for the problems that were now clouding us was evident. Namjoon visited by himself a lot, spewing inspirational lines and trying his best to maintain his gaze when he looked at me, but with him I couldn’t tell if it was because of how awful I looked or because of what I’d done. His visits were short, ended with a quick pat of my unbroken leg before he practically ran out the door murmuring a goodbye. Seokjin often came with Hoseok, and these visits were the worst. Hoseok has only said four words to me, all of which were none to kind and Seokjin later told me he knew I wasn’t feeling like myself because there was a lack of angry remarks from me at Hoseok’s sharp tongue. Now he just wanders over to her bed and sits there, hunched over with his head in her lap, and his silent crying sometimes reaches my ears and makes me want to rip the needles out of my arm and throw myself at his feet, begging him to kill me because it’s what I deserved. Seokjin tries his best to comfort me, but all it does is make me feel uncomfortable.

On this particular night, the nurses had forgotten a pair of crutches next to my bed and already a plan was formulating in my mind. I was waiting for someone to notice the missing pair and take them away from me, but hours passed and they remained leaned just within my reach. I kept my eyes trained on everyone who entered the room, anticipating the end to my plot with every slight turn nurses took towards my bed, but they were too focused to notice. Before I knew it, it was lights out and the nurses made one last round to our room before flipping the light switch, handing me my sleeping and pain pills and uttering a hushed goodnight. I counted footsteps as she rushes down the hall. Once it felt safe, I tossed the sleeping pill and downed the hydrocodone dry and dragged in a deep breath, wincing a little. Giving myself a little time to prepare my aching body for the trial I was about to put it through.

Gently I pushed myself up to a sitting position, pain ripping through my muscles and body screaming at the sudden movement. It took everything I had not to cry out, opting instead to bite my bottom lip until blood began to seep into my mouth. With another gentle and timid movement I pulled the sling holding the bandaged leg elevated loose until finally I was released, my leg hitting the bed again causing me to sink my teeth into my lip, tears slipping out of my eyes. My ribs felt like they might crack and shatter if I moved again but breathing hard I leaned towards the crutches, fingertips brushing it at first until I managed to wrap one around it and pull. One falls onto my bed, the other hitting the floor with a loud crash that causes my body to freeze.

Fuck.

One, two, three then four seconds pass as I wait for the sudden noise from a supposedly sleeping room to attract someone who could put an end to my actions, but nothing happens. No body comes running and I release a labored breath at my lucky streak. Cursing under my breath, I pull my body towards the crutch, heaving it over the side of the bed and finally into a half standing, half sitting position. With my body leaned majorly on my new inanimate friend and my left hand gripping the bags of liquid attached to me, I take a timid step. Upon finding that putting too much weight on my bandaged foot caused pain to rocket up through my body and making my scalp tingle. This time I do cry out a little, strangled gasps and whimpers escaping from me as I hobble little by little towards her.

“Y/N.” I whisper, voice hoarse and strained. “Y/N, I want you to wake up.”

Suddenly, through a pained and excruciating journey across the tiny space between our beds, I find myself in front of the person I’d ruined. This victim of my anger, innocent until I’d tainted her with my outrage, directed at someone who never deserved it in the first place. My body lowers in a tender way, joints protesting at the amount of movement I was putting them through after all the lying about I’d done, until my knees touch cold tile. Abandoning the crutch, I reach my hands up to grab hers, face barely above the edge of the bed as I let the tears stream freely down my heated cheeks. My lungs are exhausted and my body is upset, every stitch and broken bone desiring rest even after my small trek.

“Y/N, oh god please forgive me. I’ve made such an awful mistake. Y/N please, if you wake up now, I promise I’ll protect you. I swear to god I’ll be there always, I won’t let anyone touch you, not one person will lay their hand on you. I’ll kill them before they even get to stand in front of you. You know I’m capable of it, you always said my anger made me crazy.” A small chuckle escapes my lips. “I’ll be here. I’ll always be here, I want you in my life. I’m so guilt ridden and I feel like I’m dying, we miss you. I- I miss you…”

I let my face drop into the blankets, staining them with the evidence of my sorrow, hands gripping her slightly chilled ones tightly, feeling her pulse through the skin of my shaking fingers. The silence of the hospital suffocates me, I want her to speak, I want to hear her annoying voice scold me, bitch at me or just speak to someone else, I needed to hear it. I wanted this sign of her life, I wanted this sign that I wasn’t a murderer. If she’d just wake up. My heart is resting in my throat, everything is aching as sobs take over my body but I don’t care, I welcome the suffering, aware that I deserve every bit of it.

“Please Y/N. Please don’t leave me.”

Now all that I can hear is the small beeping of her monitor and my own pathetic crying. Everyone leaves at some point in their life, whether it be through death or a trip away from home, and if anyone knew this it was me. I’d lost so many people in my life and was able to deal with it, though it may have been through destructive ways I knew now that if I lost this irritating and beautiful person, I would destroy everything, myself including. Myself especially. Sitting here with the smell of overly cleaned and disinfected sheets smothering me, the realization that should I give my life for hers, this world would be a nicer, much more calm place. That if I just ripped this lifeline out of my arm and one by one took the sleeping pills I’d kept hidden then maybe she’d live, maybe I could make up for the choices I’d made, maybe-

The hand clutched in mine is moving.

Sunday, 11:34 pm

Time has come to a complete stand still. Delicate fingers are twitching in my calloused grip, moving ever so slightly but still enough to make my heart stop. Removing my face from the safety of the white linen, I watch for another sign, anything. Again, her fingers twitch, and then again and again until they are wrapped loosely around my hold. My eyes move to her face, watching another twitching begin, pink lips moving open as a small groan, hardly audible slips out. Next the movement travels to her eyes, eyelids fluttering and eyebrows scrunching as a light red color returns to her cheeks, the sign of life. I’ve forgotten the hurt in my body, the only thing that remains is an overwhelming sense of hope. The monitor begins to beep a little faster as her heart wakes up just as the rest of her does, eyelids finally opening, just slightly because of the deeply purple bruises bloomed across her face.

And now I am staring into eyes so bright they could light up the world.

I feel laughter bubble up in my chest, crazy and wild it comes out in short gasps as she gazes confused at me. There is recognition and confusion in those eyes, whether it be because I nearly killed her or because she’s surprised I’m alive I don’t care, as long as they are open. Her chapped lips move gently, small squeaks coming out until finally;

“Yoongi?”

It’s hardly even a whisper, but it sets me over the edge and I’m kissing her fingers, pushing myself up by the bed and pressing kisses on her face and arms, anywhere I can find that isn’t covered in purple. The laughter is still spilling out as I fall next to her, softly pulling her towards me-

“We need a nurse.” My voice doesn’t get  very loud but I still scream. “Help! Help, we need help in here!”

She winces at my contact but still moves her hands to touch my arms while my hands busy themselves by pushing her hair away from her face. Confused questions come in a steady stream from her as I listen to the sound of nurses rushing towards us, pure euphoria pulsing throughout my body.

“No, no please don’t talk, I’m right here. You’ll be okay, I promise I’m going to protect you. You’ll be alright.” The tears are steady from eyes as I press my face into her shoulder, peppering kisses until I’m pulled away by the hand of a nurse, and before the view of her is overtaken by helpers I yell one last time-

“I’ll never leave your side again.”

pooperscooper89 asked: Prompt: Dean needs money for food for him and Sam (cause John is ok with leaving them alone at a motel room with barely enough food, the show says so) so he picks pockets, but a handsome rich young man who is his age (Cas) catches Dean picking his pocket but ends up buying groceries for Dean and Sam and also takes Dean out.

Author’s note: I liked this idea a lot! Also, I’m not sure if this needs an ‘underage warning’, but Dean is 17 and Cas is 19 when they meet (and they don’t do anything other than kiss at this age), so I personally don’t see a problem with it at all. Anyway, enjoy! 

Five days until Christmas eve. While looking for a new victim, Dean rubbed his hands together in a futile attempt to warm them up. His fingers were numb, but he reminded himself that he had bigger problems to worry about.

Sammy. Money to buy food for Sammy. That was the one thought keeping him from feeling guilty about his less than noble plan.

Needless to say, he’d felt guilty about it the first time. And the second time, maybe even the third. But he had no other choice, dammit. Being stuck in a motel room with dad gone on one of his crazy quests for the rest of the week, leaving behind barely enough food for one person to eat… Dean saw no other options. There was no point in looking for a job; no one would bother to hire a seventeen year old without experience who’d be gone by the end of the week. Which meant that it was either this, or starving.

The main street of whatever town they were currently staying in -Dean had given up on keeping track- was crowded, people rushing left and right, here for their last minute Christmas shopping. Caught in a sea of twinkling Christmas lights, Dean scanned the stores on his left, colorful Christmas decorations greeting him from behind display windows.

He stumbled on his feet when a middle-aged lady abruptly bumped into him, taking him by surprise. She muttered an apology, looking extremely stressed-out as she continued on her way, carrying at least ten extra-large shopping bags. Yeah, celebrating Christmas seemed like a whole bunch of fun.

Dean rolled his eyes at her before turning to observe the stores at the other end of the street. He noticed that several people were window shopping there. Perfect. Some of them were obviously busy drooling over all the crap that they couldn’t afford anyway; too preoccupied to watch their pockets and purses.

There was a young couple, both of them looking wistfully at the giant flat screen televisions behind the glass. They weren’t carrying any shopping bags, an indicator that they didn’t have much to spend. Not the best choice then. Dean moved on, and a young man with dark hair caught his eye.

He was wearing a black trench coat, a midnight-blue scarf, and shiny black dress shoes. The guy appeared to be waiting for someone, just standing there, thumbs fumbling with an expensive looking phone, eyes locked on the screen. He couldn’t be much older than Dean, but he looked wealthy for sure. The bonus? He was too engrossed in whatever he was doing on his phone to ever notice someone picking his pocket. Definitely worth a shot.

“Here it goes…” Dean mumbled to encourage himself, taking one last deep breath before pushing through the crowd, eyes never straying from his target.

Closer, closer. He slipped past the couple that he’d spotted earlier, seeing that the dark haired guy was still staring down at his phone. This was going to be a piece of cake. Two more steps and Dean was close enough. Close enough to reach out and-

“Hey!” A deep voice warned, long fingers securing themselves around Dean’s wrist just as he was about to explore the left pocket of the guy’s fancy coat.

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Too Late Pt. 4 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Genre: Angst/Romance (I think)

Word Count: 1,052

Summary: After you stormed off, Draco is feeling incredibly guilty and depressed. Will you come back to help the one you love or distance yourself even further?

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(Y/N) POV

I’m racing towards the nurse’s office. I have a free period before Potions that I’m sing to make sure that Dean is ok. He took away the girl I loved, that phrase was all you thought about on your way there. The first thing you were going to do was ask Dean who he recently asked out. Well, make sure he was ok first, then ask.

 “Dean asked me on a date…but it’s probably not me. Pansy? I don’t think Dean would stoop that low. Lavender? Maybe. She was quite nice and clever.” You had made it to the clinic with all these thoughts and paranoias swimming in your head.

 “(Y/N)! I was about to come find you.” Dean greeted. He didn’t look like he had any physical damage. In fact, he was beaming.

 “How come you’re so happy?” you inquired. 

“Well,” he began, “let’s just say a certain someone visited me and this someone knows a thing or two about nargles” he smirked.

 “Awww Dean! Luna visited you!” you fangirled, forgetting your mission for a second.

 “Yeah, did you need something? You came in looking a bit crazy” he chuckled.

 “Oh right! Did you ask out anyone before me?” you asked urgently.

 “Hehe. You…uh, you were actually the first girl I asked out” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

 “Hopefully Luna will be the next,” you stated with a wink, “I have to go, see you later Dean”

 “Bye” he waved.

 You began walking to Potions early. He took her away from me before I could even tell her. You could imagine Draco yelling that as his blue eyes pierced through you before going soft, realizing what he said. The girl I loved. You thought about that with a smile. You might just have a chance with the Slytherin Prince.

Wednesday Night- Draco POV

I snuck out of the Slytherin dorms in the middle of the night. I was wearing my black robes, trying to blend in with the dark night sky. I successfully made it to my destination: the astronomy tower.

 This was the place I went when I had to think. When I got letters from my father, the news about you know who, and now, mourning over the destruction of my pride and the loss of the small friendship I had with (y/n). I stood by the railing and looked up at the billions of little lights sparkling in the sky. Maybe she might forgive me. Someday. I tilt my head down towards the landscape, feeling as if I didn’t deserve the beauty of the stars.

 Time to face the facts, I, the Draco Malfoy, has lost one of the few things that could bring me joy, and it’s my own fault.

(Y/N) POV

You had to sort this out. Your friend Harry let you borrow his invisibility cloak for the night. You needed the cloak to venture to your thinking spot. It’s where you went to think about life, the impending war, basically anything that stressed you. Your feet were lightly padding against the concrete ground as you sneaked up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

 The light of the stars was comforting, as if you were surrounded by millions of small friends. You thought you saw a shadow but dismissed it as a trick of the light. You had completed your ascent and took off the cloak as you stepped on to the balcony.

 You froze, your (h/l) (h/c) hair lightly blowing in the breeze. There he was, the exact problem you were trying to get out of your head.

 “Hello” he greeted, shocked by your presence.

 “H-hey” you responded. Why are you stuttering?! Why does he do this to you!?!

 You moved to stand next to him, leaning against the railing.

 “So…nice weather today” you said, trying to break the awkward silence. He laughed.

 “I guess you could say that.” You both fell into another period of silence. This time he broke it.

 “I-I just wanted to apologize about earlier. I shouldn’t have done what I did” he looked away from me. His voiced sounded tight, as if he were on the verge of tears but his facial expression wasn’t letting on.

 “It’s ok. I overreacted a bit as well,” I laughed nervously, “Sorry about that.” 

We laughed together and gazed up at the stars.

 “It’s a beautiful night tonight isn’t it?” you said dreamily.

 “Not as beautiful as you” Draco whispered softly. Our gazes met.

 “Draco…was I the girl you, um, mentioned earlier?” you kept your voice low. He sighed.

 “Yes, yes you were. You probably don’t feel the same though. I’m such a horrible person even for a Slytherin and I- “you cut him off by gently pressing a kiss to his lips. Your hands looped around his neck while his arms wrapped around your waist. You pulled away and he hugged you to his chest tightly.

 “I love you” he whispered, voice slightly muffled by your hair.

 “I love you too” you whispered back, burying your face into his neck.

 You meant it with all of your heart and had a feeling Draco did too. The rest of the night was filled with laughing and talking while sitting with your arms around each other. Eventually, you both fell asleep on the balcony wrapped in each other’s embrace. Neither of you thought of the consequences and frankly, you still wouldn’t care.

Professor Trelawney POV

I walked to the astronomy tower to collect the readings I hard charmed the telescope to record. I needed them for today’s lesson on astrology and horoscopes. As I strolled onto the platform though, I noticed two bodies intertwined on the floor. I saw that it was none other than Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (L/N).

  How sweet!! I thought. Their signs were definitely a perfect match for each other. I should mention that in today’s lesson! I decided to handle the two lovebirds before they were discovered by a professor that would punish them. 

“Wingardium Leviosa” swish and flicker is how I remember it. Since it was still quite early, I was able to transport them to their dorms undetected.

  I hope the reveal they are a couple soon! They are so cute together! I hoped as I walked back to my classroom.

Thoughts @ 1:02AM  MAY|20|17

If overthinking was an Olympic sport, I would be a champion. Yet, instead of a glorious victory- I, in reality, stand conflicted with feelings of humiliation and shame. Not because I have necessarily done anything to deserve such self-reproach,  I merely experience a situation so foreign to anything I have known - and so familiar all of the same. I would like to say that I am not immature in matters of love, but I begin to doubt that I have a full grasp of the concept.  Let’s imagine that I can understand, or rather do understand ‘love’ in its entirety.  Would you disagree that an experience- such as the one I am about to divulge, is possible?
I am already procrastinating. Trying to avoid actually writing it as it requires me to be profoundly vulnerable and relive and a daily question that I ask myself-  Do I deserve to be sitting beside the Mad Hatter at his tea party?
I think in conclusion to this all, I will have convinced you that I am bonkers enough to be in the loveable ranga’s presence.   We will see.

'Twas a humid Goldcoast afternoon when a girl (this is me) swipes right with such hoping certainty after browsing the profile of a sunkissed male (this is him). Now the girl had downloaded the renowned app only days previously when the Christmas shenanigans had seized and she was boredom-stricken. Surprised that he had matched with her in return, the girl stalked the man’s account once again in awe that he was indeed a legitimate man and not some fake bozo giving her a false sense of self.  She prodded the man with the all important question “Are you real” and his laughable reply went something along the lines of “rofl”. Wait no, he was never a 'rofl’ guy. Let’s try this again, “that’s me, check my Instagram and follow me because my Instagram has sexy body shots of me that you can adore”. Not quite either, he wasn’t all that arrogant- goofily so, but it was humorous nonetheless enjoyed. The truth is, the girl can’t remember much of the conversation as it was short and ended promptly after she deleted the app and reflected on how pathetic she was.
The significance of the Tinder match mightn’t seem relevant but it is-  just hang in there.
This girl remembers still feeling like the guy was a jerk- a fuck boy, a player. No fond memories of this gorgeous being, even presently when remembering the 5-minute-nothing-to-come-of-this-Tinder-conversation conversation. It’s ironic because months passed and the girl found herself sitting states away on a dry afternoon reading a random facebook message she received from the Tinder god she swiped seemingly forever ago.
After more detective work, the girl worked out his identity and pieced together that she had met this boy before (pixels as they were).
But the new conversation flowed, and after the guy admitted he had known of her social media while she still had Vlad The Lad as her little avatar, the girl couldn’t resist but to be flattered.  
The girl was sceptical about male intentions in general, yet the guy felt familiar. Familiar enough that only days after texting back and forth she felt comfortable enough to speak to him in a .. how do you say-  attempted-but-not-quite-there-flirtatious manner. It’s hard to make it sound more respectable than what it was, but you can imagine this Tinder romance isn’t all that romantic so picture winky face emojis or what you will. She should’ve made note that this male who had contacted her online, only wanted to have a flirt and see what he could get. That’s what happens right?

Not long after, the girl did things she hadn’t previously. She fell into the trap of placing a picture alongside words before her worth. It wasn’t shameful for the girl at the time as she had convinced herself that she enjoyed the attention (which she did, he was gloriously flirtatious). As the weeks went on, the more she spoke to the guy, the more she fell into the idea that this guy could be the person she was supposed to meet - someone worth the time to know.
He was everything and soon became everything to the girl. The girl never knew of his real intentions and to be frank- she still has no clue. Put this down to having no experience, or convincing herself that the situation was far from what it is- the girl continued to talk to this guy as if he was the only thing in the world. She adored him. In every sense of the word. ADORED.

Now months passed and what all began Jan has reached into May. They speak still. Regularly, but not as regularly. Deeply but not as deeply. Sexually, but not as sexually. Lovingly, but more lovingly. She has a greater admiration, more interest and possibly more investment in the pursuits of the guy - however still in the dark about what her feelings mean or whether she is allowed to feel them. She remembers when he called her when they first began talking, she loved his voice. She remembers when they would constantly send messages and apologise in fear that they were annoying each other. Now she sends them knowing that she is being a nuisance,  too desperate to care anymore.  She grows to see how different the conversation is.  Although she knows it’s unrealistic and childish, she see’s her importance slipping. It could be the same as it always was, but now the guy has seen what he came to see -maybe he’s tired enough to visit other attractions. Maybe he already was, and if so - how foolish for her to ever think otherwise.

The girl had scaffolded a situation where she held value in the guy’s life - where it could not be certain that she had. She let her feelings and his significance in her life determine how she thought he felt. A disastrous thing to be sure. She reaps the consequences of dreaming up such illusions.  Now, some foreground should have been set - the girl had not had a relationship prior, and her 'speaking’ with the guy had no such boundaries that she could place what it was. That’s a lie, sorry. They termed it as 'in the process of dating’. Which is chuckle-worthy as dating is a process, so it’s the 'pre-screening’ of a process - a process of a process. Anyway, the point remains - the girl would struggle to know what it all entailed as she wasn’t even familiar with stock standard relationships let alone such a bizarre arrangement.

None of this is to be placed on the guy, he is a God among men. But being bias, I can only speak on behalf of the girl, this poor girl who is beyond confused about what it is she feels and whether it’s that far unreciprocated she should feel humiliated.  She believes she is in love, but can she be in love with someone in these circumstances. Is it really love if she hasn’t met the guy, if he doesn’t feel it back, if she hasn’t felt these things before?
It’s embarrassing enough to place such value on someone without knowing they’re taking you for a ride. The guy has knowledge of real (and I mean tangible) experiences. He has dated, he has been in love. He would know what it is like. Doesn’t that tell the girl enough, that if he doesn’t feel the same, it’s because it’s not really what she thinks it is?

The girl wonders more than anything if the guy is too nice to let her know “Hey, you’re actually too much and I don’t know what you expect from me but this has gotten out of hand and I just really wanted to chat up some people and have fun but you’ve turned into a somewhat stalker who is obsessed with me and really annoys me by trying to chat with me all the time when I’m actually not interested and you’re not getting the message”.
A mouthful I know.

Maybe she thinks too much of him, and instead of him being too kind maybe he’s actually a prick and from the start, this has all been an elaborate joke. Making her feel like she’s pretty just to get nudes so he can have a laugh about it - possibly with mates. Some guys like to feel important, it’s possible he wanted to have as many people going at the one time to fuel his ego. Oh, this one is a good one. What if, this guy thought it would all be some quick fun - realised how pathetic she was and felt sympathetic enough to go “whoah can’t back out of this easily” and is slowly waiting for her to do it for him.

There are endless possibilities. It’s a fucked up situation that has ultimately left the girl confused about whether this is going to be the story of her first love or be the most humiliating experience thus far. Either way, she feels ashamed. Ashamed to think that the is even worthy enough to haven taken up the limited time he has. Ashamed to think she is worthy of the things she hopes for. Humiliated to have such encompassing feelings towards someone as fantastic and detached.

If you made it through this one, congratulations. Whether you’ve determined the chances of me obtaining an invitation to the Hatter’s party or not - we can surely agree that today’s post sits among the great psychotic you-really-should’ve-just stopped-thinking-and-had-a-sleep posts.